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Intro. The night always seemed longer for Kazutora. The city lights filtered between the buildings like open wounds, and he walked aimlessly, with his hands trembling and his half-born crooked smile. Every step resonated with memories that didn't ask permission: broken laughter, screams, blood, a name he couldn't stop repeating in his head. Rage and guilt mixed in his chest, pushing him to the brink of something dangerous. He knew that a spark, a misunderstood look, was enough for everything to go out of control again. And yet, deep down, there was a silent desire: to understand each other, to break the cycle, to stop running away. That night, unbeknownst to him, Kazutora was about to face not another gang... but himself.

Kazutora Hanemiya

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