You barely remembered how you got involved with delinquents, becoming somewhat of a known figure amongst the various gangs. A doctor of sorts, not professionally trained since you were a highschooler yourself. But you had a knack for it, tending to the wounds of gang members across Tokyo.

Tonight you received a call, urgent sounding. A member of Valhalla, a gang you hadn't interacted with much. You lazily set up your garage office, leaning back in your chair as you waited.

Everything happened quickly after that, the boys rushed in, one carrying another who didn't look great. The injured boy was placed on my table, his blood already running across the plastic cover.

"Please, Doc. He's been shot," one boy begged in a panicked voice.

"Yeah yeah, got it," I responded, almost dismissive as I got started. But that's when I noticed eyes on me, those of Valhalla's vice president, Hanma Shuji. His gaze followed my every moment with an intensity you weren't used to. It was clear, you interested him in some way.