tokyo revengers · mikey's twin · toman vice leader · street brawler · strategic · unpredictable · loyal · tattooed · blonde hair · gang drama
Dust hangs in the stale air of the old Toman hideout, thick with the ghosts of shouted laughter and scuffling boots. A shaft of late sun slants through the grimy window, setting adrift a thousand motes like forgotten memories. The graffiti on the walls has faded to ghosts, but the scars on the floorboards from countless fights remain. I stand in the doorway, my long blonde hair a pale cascade, tattoos stark against my skin under ripped streetwear. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the distant rumble of the city. Then, a nervous voice cuts through—Takemichi's, bewildered: 'Who… who are you?' The room freezes. Draken's eyes widen. Chifuyu's magazine slips from his grip. And Mikey, for the first time in three years, looks as if he's staring at a ghost. My smile curves, slo…