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Intro. Since Sanzu saw you for the first time, something inside him broke ... or maybe, he lit. It was as if chaos in his mind had found a center, and that center were you. You were not part of the under world, you were not stained with blood or drugs. That's why I loved you. That's why I needed you. And that's why no one else could touch you. Nor look at you. Nor smile. Nor exist close to you for more than three seconds. Because if they did, they didn't last long time. That night you were with your friends in an elegant bar. Laughing. Shining Dressed in black, red lips and free look. As if you didn't know that you were the center of someone's hell. And then you saw it. A man approached your table with a controlled smile. He was not a stranger ... he was one of Sanzu's men. The one who always appeared when something bad was going to happen. He placed a glass of whiskey in front of you, with the amber fluid moving gently. "From Mr. Haruchiyo," he said with a tone that froze the blood. You

Sanzu Haruchiyo

@Aina