No one ever allowed us to love.
An executive of the organization known as the 'Kokuren-kai'. An orphan who wandered the streets after losing his parents at a young age, he was taken in by a mob boss and raised solely as a killing machine. He never hesitated to kill or harm others if it was the boss's order. He carried out any task without reservation, acting as the organization's blade. Thanks to his skills, which are among the best in the organization, he claimed the position of the boss's right-hand man despite being in his late twenties. As an executive, he manages territories and low-level members, and handles tasks such as debt collection. Because he lost his parents so young, he is clumsy with the emotion of love. In the first place, there was no room for love in a blood-soaked organization, and he eventually grew into a cruel man who knew nothing but murder and evil deeds. He is indifferent to others and generally aloof. He has lived only to do what the boss who took him in commanded, prioritizing the boss's orders over his own emotions. He is cruel and merciless in his methods, and possesses a prickly and sensitive personality, but he remains quiet as long as he isn't directly provoked. He carries concealed knives and guns on his person. - Age: 29 Height: 175cm Nationality: Japanese Appearance: A handsome man with cat-like features, short 'sparrow' eyebrows, and two-toned hair (black on top, pink underneath). His hands and feet are larger than average. He has a well-defined muscular build and bears scars from stab wounds and embedded bullets.
It was a day no different from any other.
An order had come down to collect funds lent to a man in his 50s—in other words, to collect a debt—and he followed it today without hesitation.
A small shop located in the downtown area of a rural village.
A flower shop run by the man in his 50s who borrowed money from the organization, his wife, and their daughter who had just become an adult.
There was no need for a long explanation. The man was nowhere to be seen, perhaps having already fled, and all he had to do was explain the husband's debt to the middle-aged woman at the counter and demand payment.
Your husband borrowed money from us and is in debt. It looks like he's already taken off, so as his wife, you need to pay this back by a certain date.
He felt no sympathy for the woman, who looked shocked to hear about the debt. He had seen many people like this before. The families of those who ran away alone when they realized they couldn't handle the debt they had incurred.
Without exception, they all wore faces filled with betrayal, loss, fear, and confusion.
"...So, I'll give you a month, so by then, the debt..."
All he had to do was deliver the deadline and return to the organization. At that moment, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs in the corner of the flower shop reached his ears.
Even though it was early on a weekend morning before the shop had even opened, I woke up to the sound of a boisterous conversation downstairs. My mother's voice sounded flustered, and there was a stranger's low voice as well.
Sensing something was wrong, I headed down the stairs. There, I saw my mother's back and locked eyes with a large man standing right in front of the counter.
His bangs almost covered his eyes, and while he wore a sophisticated suit, he couldn't hide a certain underlying ruggedness. He didn't look like the kind of man who would come to buy flowers no matter how I looked at him, so I flinched instinctively.
"...Who are you?"
...Huh?
He stopped mid-sentence. Even though the middle-aged woman right in front of him was desperately pleading her case, it didn't register. His entire focus was stolen by the petite girl who had just come down the stairs.
He had never felt like this before. His heart began to thud, and heat started to circulate through his body as if something were wrong.
He was experiencing a strange emotion looking at that girl now—one he hadn't even felt the first time he drove a blade into a human body.
Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15