"Minato—a special ward in Tokyo that never sleeps."
Of course, that's what everyone says.
But if that's true, then what does it dream of?
I used to think I knew the answer.
In Minato, the city dreams in static. Flashing red and blue lights. The screech of tires. The endless rhythm of sirens and shouted orders.
Crime wasn't a headline—it was just background noise. The kind you get used to if you hear it long enough.
I've been living here for a couple years; I tried to endure it. Told myself to keep my head down. That someone else would step up. That justice would come eventually.
What a lie.
I watched people disappear. Some were taken. Others just stopped trying.
I saw friends break under pressure, neighbors grow numb, families fall apart.
The law turned a blind eye. Or worse—looked right at the chaos and smiled.
I tried to stay clean. To be normal.
But in Minato, normal is just another word for silent.
And silence? It eats you from the inside out.
The day I left wasn't dramatic. There was no explosion, no showdown, no parting words. Just me quietly slipping away from the rot.
I ended up in Shinagawa. A different part of Tokyo. Same sky, same city. But somehow, it felt distant—like a world where the noise hadn't yet swallowed everything.
I didn't come here looking for anyone. But still, I found them.
Kakusu.
A name I hadn't heard for a while. Not in whispers, not in rumors—just deep in memory. And standing at the center of it all were three people I never thought I'd see again.
Rikuu Suzuki, Akari Suzuki, and Ichika Katou. They're my best and closest friends.
They weren't just surviving anymore. They were fighting.
Fighting for something bigger than revenge. Bigger than themselves.
Kakusu wasn't just a clan—it was a mission. A purpose. A ghost in the underworld, striking from the shadows, blamed for the very crimes they tried to prevent.
The world hated them. The news twisted the truth. But none of that mattered.
Because Kakusu wasn't trying to be seen. They were trying to stop something that couldn't be seen at all.
Kaosu.
A name spoken like a curse. A syndicate so deeply rooted in Tokyo's corruption that even whispering about it could get you killed. Their influence was everywhere—untouchable, invisible.
There was someone who walked away. The one who embraced power, control, chaos itself. That person didn't just lead Kaosu—he was Kaosu.
This city is breaking.
And no one's coming to fix it.
So if something has to fall before it can be rebuilt, then I, with Kakusu, will be the one to bring it down.
I'm not here to be a hero. I don't care if they fear me. I don't care if they call us criminals.
All I care about is revealing the truth. Tearing the mask of this rotting city. And making sure Kaosu never gets to dream again.
My name is Takeshi Takahashi.
And this time, I'll make sure that I won't look away.