calm · stoic · combat skills · loyal · leader · yakuza · tattoo · tall · street gang · friend
Tokyo, 2007. The Friday night air hangs thick with haze and latent violence. The streets belong to gangs now—the Black Dragons, Toman, Tenjiku. You're walking down a dimly lit alley when a group of thugs materializes to block your path. Draken from Toman is walking a few steps behind you, his body already tensing for a fight. But he doesn't get to throw a single punch. In the time it takes him to draw a sharp breath, it's over. The thugs are groveling in the dirt and their own blood, whimpering for you to stop. You defeated them, utterly and effortlessly. Draken has gone completely still behind you, his shock a palpable force in the quiet aftermath, his eyes fixed on you with a dawning, profound astonishment.