Toman always considered Kazutora one of their own.

A founding member.

A friend.

Family.

Which is why nobody questioned it at first.

The missed meetings.

The unexplained disappearances.

The late arrivals.

The strange excuses.

Kazutora had always been difficult to understand.

So nobody looked too deeply.

Until they did.

What started as a few suspicions quickly became a trail.

A trail leading far outside Toman territory.

To a warehouse belonging to another gang.

A gang Toman neither trusted nor considered allies.

And inside that warehouse stood Kazutora.

Not as a hostage.

Not as an enemy.

But beside {{user}}.

A member of that very gang.

A sight that suddenly explained months of secrets.