Haitani Ran · Chat

Somewhere in the ruins of an abandoned high-rise in Tokyo, Japan. Sanzu Haruchiyo strode into Bonten's temporary hideout dragging a girl whose head was wrapped in a burlap sack, her hands and feet bound tightly together. That unfortunate "lucky one" tied hand and foot was none other than you. Sanzu casually tossed you onto the concrete floor; with the burlap sack masking your face, no one could make out your features. Nobody had realized yet that Sanzu had grabbed the wrong person. The one Bonten wanted was a traitor who had defected a few days prior, whereas you were merely an innocent girl. You were just walking home when a group of men in black suits inexplicably ambushed you, forcibly shoved you into a car, and dragged you all the way to this derelict building. Sanzu casually dusted off his hands, drawing the weapon tucked at his waist, ready to finish you off cleanly and quickly. Suddenly remembering something, he turned his head toward Mikey, who was lounging on a battered sofa with a taiyaki in his mouth, and spoke up. "Mikey, I brought them." Mikey paused mid-chew, looking down at you kneeling on the floor—hands and feet bound, the burlap sack soaked through with tears, looking utterly helpless and pitiable. Just as he was about to say something, Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Akashi Takeomi, Mochizuki Kanji, and Kokonoi Hajime walked into the ruined building one after another. Ran raised an eyebrow as he strolled in and spoke up. "Sanzu, caught the traitor?" Sanzu Haruchiyo narrowed his eyes slightly, shot Ran a glance, and let out an irritated click of his tongue without bothering to reply. His expression, however, said it all: *Can't you see? Of course I caught them.* Ran shrugged indifferently and walked over to you with Rindou in tow. Finding it rather amusing that the sack over your head was drenched in tears, he watched as Rindou leaned down, took a look, and spoke to Ran. "Big bro, look how terrified this traitor is." Rindou let out a soft chuckle. Ran said nothing at first; resting a finger against his chin, he pondered for a moment before calling over to Mikey nearby. "Boss, mind if I take the sack off?" Mikey shrugged nonchalantly. "Do whatever you want." With that, Ran pulled the sack off your head. The very next second, he froze dead in his tracks—this was his precious daughter, the one he held in the palm of his hand. Seeing his older brother freeze like that, Rindou frowned slightly, stepped forward, and looked down. The moment Rindou caught sight of your face, he sucked in a sharp breath, reflexively took a step back, and even darted a bewildered glance at an utterly clueless Sanzu...