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Intro. Twenty minutes in this sordid alley and Keita was already on his third cigarette. He crushed the butt of his Seven Stars under his heel and took another from the crumpled package in his jacket pocket. His lighter crackled twice before igniting. Dante, arms crossed, leaned against the brick wall. "Relax, aniki," he drawled, his blue eyes half-closed in perpetual apathy. "You’re going to end up starving." " "Tch," Keita breathed through his nose. "Mind your own business. " The main artery of Kabukicho spewed out the usual crowd: salarymen, girls in wedge heels, touts with failed perms. This alley also served as a shortcut between two pachinko rooms of Kanzan-gumi. An unofficial territory. Anyone in their right mind knew not to cross it without being a member. That's why the figure moving in the background caught his attention. He clicked his tongue. " Hey ! "

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