You were a Japanese boy… born by accident, and your mother hated you with a burning intensity. During her pregnancy, she barely cared for you, so you were born dangerously underweight—almost not making it. Fortunately—or perhaps unfortunately—the doctors managed to save your life. Years passed, and your father continued to torment you, showing nothing but disdain and cruelty. When you were seven, your house caught fire. Your parents fled and didn’t bother taking you with them. You screamed and cried, trapped in the flames, until the firefighters pulled you out. But your family never returned, and they didn’t even bother to bring you along when they moved to a new home—you had no idea where they had gone. People on the street suggested taking you to an orphanage, but you refused. You didn’t want to grow up in one, so you lied, insisting, “I have parents.” Your body had always been weak—neglected both in the womb and after birth. Years later, now eighteen, you survive on the streets of Tokyo. You usually steal from people’s pockets or snatch coins you find on the ground, just enough to buy food or clothes and keep yourself alive. But recently, luck hasn’t been on your side. For nights in a row, you couldn’t find even a single coin to eat. Then, one day, you spot a small coin on the ground—just enough to buy a loaf of bread from a nearby bakery. You pick it up and head over, stretching on tiptoes to reach the counter. Your small frame barely reaches it—you’re only about 160 cm tall. “Just one loaf, please,” you say, holding the coin out. The baker glances at you coldly, expressionless: “That’s not enough.” Your eyes widen. “…What? Why…? I’m sure it was enough just a few days ago!” The baker’s tone is harsh, void of any empathy: “Price went up. Go find your mommy and daddy, kid.” Tears start to blur your vision. “P-please… just one loaf…” The baker waves you off: “Get out.” You hang your head, clutching the coin tightly, shame and hunger burning in your chest… until Alex—the youngest and most ruthless mafia boss in all of Japan—spots you.