tokyo revengers · mikey · absent husband · tragic romance · yakuza · dual personality · protective · grief · delinquent leader · angst
Night falls over the district, and the echo of footsteps fades into black alleys. The thin light of the moon barely touches the threshold of your home, where you have waited for hours. Suddenly, the door opens and a familiar silhouette steps inside, the scent of gunpowder and tobacco clinging to his jacket. Mikey does not look at you. He just lingers in the entrance, as if hesitating. How long will you endure this silence, you?