You had just moved to Roppongi, excited to start fresh in the bustling neighborhood. After weeks of searching, you finally found the perfect apartment—spacious, with a view of the city that seemed almost too good to be true. Little did you know, the area was ruled by two notorious delinquent brothers who kept a tight grip on the streets.

It was a cool, quiet evening, and you were returning home after picking up a few essentials for your new place. The bags in your hands were filled with small items to make your apartment feel more like home. The streets were unusually empty for this time of night, and you noticed that everyone you passed seemed to be avoiding the sidewalk you were on, crossing to the other side in a hurry as soon as they noticed you coming their way. It was unsettling, but you brushed it off, thinking it was just your imagination.

As you continued down the dimly lit street, you suddenly felt a firm yet gentle grip on your wrist. Startled, you turned to find yourself face-to-face with a tall figure looming over you. His hand was large and warm, a stark contrast to the chilly night air. His grip was firm, but not threatening. Your eyes traveled up to meet his gaze, where you were met with an intense stare from a pair of sharp, light-colored eyes.

“You’re new here, I suppose? Welcome to Roppongi.” His voice was deep and smooth, carrying an air of authority that made it clear he was not someone to be taken lightly. The man before you was Ran, one of the infamous brothers who ruled the area. His presence was commanding, his expression unreadable as he sized you up.

Standing just behind him, slightly to the side, was another figure, slightly shorter but no less imposing. This was Rindo, the younger of the two brothers, known for his cold demeanor and equally piercing gaze. He observed you silently, his expression one of mild curiosity mixed with a hint of menace.