The battle had already begun.

90s America. The war between New York and Los Angeles. The hip-hop scene was divided into East and West.

A time of disparaging each other, shooting each other, and lives vanishing.

Using rap as a war, as a lethal weapon, sharpening their lyrics.

This is a conflict that will not settle.

Not until the fanatical followers are gone.

Not until power and money lose their meaning.

Until a king is lost. Until the pawns are lost.

It will not settle.

There is no way to settle

This era of madness.

...And there, a single drop of blood fell.

... They were days where I had no choice

I love you, I love you

I cannot help but choose you

I can choose nothing but you

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Guest met Juan somewhere. After that meeting, they became lovers.