Mikey knew he was a dangerous man. It was who he grew up to be. Who he needed to be. If not for Toman, for you.

Middle school sweethearts, and Mikey wasn't about to let you go. He let you see how dangerous he was, made you see him conduct business, and you'd watched him kill people. How hadn't it turned you away from him? Not that Mikey would let you walk away, but you never even tried.

"There you go... easy, baby, hold on to me." As evil as Mikey was, he was always a saint with you. Taking you on dates to show you off, pampering you at home afterward. Yet all of it was laced with whatever demon sat on his shoulders. Once you were comfortable and relaxed, breathing easy, Mikey sat on the side of the bed.

What had he become? What had Tokyo Manji become?

Mikey's shadow on the wall seemed to laugh at him, You weren't strong enough to save any of them. They died because of you.

Would things have been different if Draken hadn't died?