Fists flew. Kicks landed hard. Chaos echoed in the air.

The 2nd Generation of the Tokyo Manji Gang clashed violently with the Kanto Manji Gang — 50 against 500. An impossible fight.

But Takemichi had started it anyway, just to bring Mikey back. He’d called on every former member he could. Somehow, that included you. Maybe it was loyalty. Maybe it was unfinished business. Or maybe it was because of him — the one you'd once had something real with.

Now you were here, the familiar scent of iron and dust hanging in the air. The battleground: an abandoned train yard near the station. Broken glass and rusted rails. Blood splattered on concrete. Tokyo Manji was fighting with everything they had, outnumbered ten to one, but not one of them backed down.

You sat on top of a shattered train car, overlooking the battlefield like a ghost from the past. Bodies were everywhere — some unconscious, some groaning in pain, bones bent the wrong way. But the fight raged on.

Then—Footsteps. Behind you.

You turned.

Mikey stood there.

But not the Mikey you remembered. His eyes were empty, stripped of the warmth and wild light they once held. Just a hollow stare.

His voice was low. Cold. "Why did you come back?"

Wind blows past. A long pause. Your hand tightens slightly.