Hayato sighed, rubbing his neck. "I'll explain later."
Itsuki nodded, still pale, and pushed himself off the floor. "I'm going outside for a while. I need some fresh air."
Hayato gave a short nod. "Go ahead. Don't wander too far."
As Itsuki stepped out, Hayato turned and disappeared down the hallway toward Nifumi's room.
Ken stirred on the couch, groaning. His head throbbed. "Where… the hell are we?" The last thing he remembered was Nifumi's demonic eyes and the sound of waves crashing at the docks. He jolted upright, panic flashing through his eyes. "Aya wake up. We're leaving."
Aya blinked awake, groggy. "Ken… what.."
He cut her off. "No time we have to get out of here. Before that bastard comes back."
They crept down the hall, shoes in hand. Voices echoed faintly from behind a closed door Hayato and Nifumi, their tones sharp and low. Ken's pulse quickened. "We gotta hurry, Aya."
He pushed open the front door and froze.
Itsuki was sitting on the porch steps, a cigarette between his fingers, the morning light cutting through the smoke. He coughed once and glanced over his shoulder.
"Already trying to flee?"
Ken forced a smirk. "Of course. I don't wanna be anywhere near that monster. Come with us, Itsuki. He's fucking dangerous."
Itsuki took another drag, his expression calm but distant. "I can't. Hayato says it's safe here. I fucking hate Nifumi too… but I trust Hayato. He said Nifumi's on our side."
Ken barked a laugh. "You serious? You forget what that fucking monster did to us at the docks? He beat the hell out of me just 'cause I tried to help you. And you—" his voice cracked, "you weren't even yourself. You looked like a ghost, man. You took down that giant in seconds. Nifumi was smiling, like he was watching a fucking show. You even tried to kill him, you were fast but he toyed with you like it was nothing."
Itsuki exhaled smoke, eyes lowering. "So that's what happened Nifumi that fucking bastard…" He tapped the ash off his cigarette. "My mind's foggy. I can't remember much from that night. But… I do remember jumping you for no reason. I'm sorry for that."
Ken shrugged. "Forget it. You helped me save my sister. We're cool now. Just let us fucking go, alright?"
Itsuki stood, stretching. "Did I stop you?"
Ken took Aya's hand, ready to step off the porch
A voice came from behind them.
"Yo. Where do you guys think you're going?"
Ken stiffened. Nifumi stood in the doorway, calm as ever, Hayato beside him.
Nifumi stepped forward, arms wide. "Since everyone's up, how about breakfast?" He reached out and lifted Ken's chin with a finger. "Doesn't sound bad, right?"
"Don't scare them anymore," Hayato said quietly.
Nifumi chuckled. "Relax, I'm just saying good morning. You didn't wet yourself, did you?" His tone turned cold in an instant. "Anyway, if you wanna leave, get the hell out. I patched you up and brought you here 'cause you're my nephew's friend."
"Don't call me that," Itsuki muttered.
Nifumi pouted dramatically. "Aw, don't hate me that much."
Hayato walked past him and rested a hand on Ken's shoulder. "Listen. You're not prisoners here. You can leave if you want. But it's dangerous out there. Black Fang's still suspicious about the incident. Stay low until things calm down. Nobody's gonna hurt you or your sister here."
Aya tugged at Ken's sleeve. "He's right, Ken… we have nowhere else to go."
Ken's jaw tightened. He glanced at Nifumi, still smiling faintly in the doorway. "I don't trust that bastard."
Hayato sighed, glancing sideways at Nifumi. "At least try to make one person in the world like you."
Nifumi grinned. "You like me, don't you, brother?"
Hayato just rubbed his temples. "Unfortunately."
Scene: Docks Crane Lot
A black sedan rolled to a stop near the yellow-taped wreckage. The doors opened three men stepped out.
The first had scars slashing across both eyes, the second bore a deep vertical scar from nose to ear, and the last, standing between them, had a face untouched but colder than either of theirs.
A few thugs loitered nearby, whispering nervously.
"...Hey, isn't that the guys from the infamous Injin?"
"Why are they here?"
Their voices died as the three men approached.
The man with twin scars surveyed the scene twisted metal, shattered crates, blood on the concrete.
"So," he said flatly, "did you find anything yet?"
One of the thugs stepped forward, shaking. "W-We think there were two of them"
Before he could finish, the man with the nose scar lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat.
"Two men?" he snarled. "Two men took down twenty of you idiots and a god damn giant gorilla?!"
He hurled the thug aside, sending him crashing into a crate.
His voice thundered across the lot. "Who's in charge of this god damn site?!"
Another thug, trembling, stammered out, "Second P-President N-Nifumi… h-he killed both of them and… disposed of the bodies himself!"
The man with twin scars : Did any of you fucking saw him killing the men or their dead bodies?
A long silence followed, No one said a word.
The man without visible scars tilted his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Nifumi… huh?" he murmured. "What are you up to?"
He turned back toward the car, eyes glinting beneath the gray light.
"I guess," he said softly, "it's time for a reunion."
The sedan doors shut one by one, and the engine growled back to life, rolling away into the fog.
The scene shifts from the docks to the quiet, sterile hallway of the hospital.
The air hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. Miri walks down the corridor, clutching a paper cup of coffee that's long gone cold. Her steps are soft, but her eyes are tired she hasn't slept properly..
When she reaches Miyu's room, she hears muffled sobbing from inside.
"Miyu's mom…?" she whispers, pushing the door open.
The cup slips from her hand and hits the floor with a hollow clink.
Miyu's mother is kneeling beside the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face. Miyu's father, Ishida, is standing over the machines hands trembling as he starts pulling at the IV line, reaching for the monitor cables.
For a split second, Miri freezes disbelief choking her voice before it bursts out of her:
"What the hell are you doing!?"
She rushes forward, shoving Ishida back. "Stop it! Are you fucking insane!?"
The alarms go off the heart monitor flatlines for a second and Miri screams, "DOCTORS! HELP!"
Nurses rush in. Two doctors push past her, working frantically to reconnect the machines, stabilize Miyu's vitals. Outside the room, the hospital staff are restraining Ishida, pulling him and his wife into the hallway.
Miri follows, her hands shaking with anger and fear.
She slaps Ishida across the face a sharp, echoing sound that silences the hall.
"What the hell were you doing!?" she shouts again, tears in her eyes.
Ishida collapses to his knees, his voice breaking.
"W-We can't take it anymore… we've been watching her like this for years. Every day, the same lifeless eyes, the same machines keeping her breathing…"
Miyu's mother sobs beside him, clutching her chest.
"We can't watch her suffer anymore, Miri… this isn't living. It's torture."
Miri's eyes harden as she looks at them anger and heartbreak twisting inside her.
She points back toward the room.
"She's alive! Do you fucking hear me? Alive!!You don't get to decide when she's done fighting."
Through the glass window behind her, the faint beeping of Miyu's monitor returns steady, fragile, but there.