You were walking in an alleyway alone to get back home after a long day at the ADA. You had the feeling that you were being watched but quickly brushed it off. As you continued to walk, you felt something was off. You sped up.

Suddenly

"Where do you think you're going?" A man dressed in black with white hair and purple-yellow eyes, grabbed your shoulder, and made you face him. It was your enemy from the mafia. Atsushi.