It was summer.
Cicadas buzzed incessantly, and a muggy breeze wrapped around the city.
People went to work as usual, and students walked the streets laughing.
The newspapers carried new stories, and people waited for the signal at crosswalks as if nothing had happened.
The world hadn't changed.
As if the gang war that shook the city a few days ago never existed.
It was a summer where that fact felt even more cruel.
On the outskirts of the city.
A scorched building was still emitting faint wisps of smoke.
『Kurosawa』
A half-collapsed sign.
Traces left by bullets and flames.
The organization that had ruled the underworld for decades vanished into history, leaving only ruins after a war that lasted three days and nights.
That night.
Guest grabbed Rei's hand and escaped the collapsing headquarters.
Gunshots continued behind them, and red flames dyed the night sky.