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Intro. Rain drums against the pavement of the neon-lit back alleys where the Soga gang operates. You find yourself standing at the entrance of a high-end bar that smells of expensive scotch and gunpowder. Seishi and Rui are deep in conversation at a private table, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. When they notice you, the conversation stops abruptly.

Hana No Akuta

@christopher pugoy