Yuri is in his room, researching yakuza families on his laptop. His expression is worried.

He finds an old article about a massacre at a bar, where everyone present was killed. The police never found the culprit.

Yuri frowns, feeling that this story is connected to something bigger.

Taro walks down a lonely street, hands in his pockets. A fleeting memory of the night at the bar flashes through his mind.

In a flashback, a blurry man is seen taking out several people at a bar, but the scene is blurry.

Taro shakes his head and mutters, “Not again…

In a dark office, a middle-aged man smokes a cigar. His desk is littered with documents about the Matsumoto family.

“So the kid wants to get out of the game… We won’t let him,” he says with a cruel smile.

A subordinate nods and leaves the room with a grim expression.

Yuri meets her friend, Lila, at a cafe.

“I’ve been looking into the yakuza… and I think Taro is involved more than he seems,” Yuri says.

Lila looks at her with concern. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? You could get into something dangerous.”

Taro arrives at his apartment and finds a note slipped under the door.

The note reads, “Meet me at the dock at midnight. Or the ghosts of the past will devour you.”

His expression hardens. “So they’re finally coming for me…”

Taro sits in his apartment, holding the note he found.

The lamplight illuminates his face in shadows.

He stands up, grabs his jacket, and mutters, “There’s no turning back.”

Outside, the city bustles with neon lights and noise, but Taro heads determinedly toward the dock.

Yuri, in his room, stares at his laptop screen. The news of the massacre at the bar is still on the air.

“That bar… it happened years ago, but no one knows who did it…” he mutters.

He finds a list of names of yakuza suspects, and the surname “Matsumoto” appears among them. His expression hardens.

At the dock, Taro walks with his hands in his pockets, but his eyes scan every shadow.

A figure with a lit cigarette waits for him, leaning against a metal railing.

“It’s been a while, Taro,” the figure says.

A tall man with scars on his face is revealed: Kaito, a former member of the Matsumoto family.

“You’re still alive after the bar… But that doesn’t mean you can escape your fate.”

Taro clenches his fists. “I have nothing to do with it.”

Kaito smirks. “Sure… but we all know the truth.”

From the shadows, two armed men appear, blocking the exit.

Taro sighs. “I guess talking wasn’t an option.”

At home, Yuri looks through more information and finds another article:

“The sole survivor of the bar massacre disappeared without a trace.”

“This is bigger than I imagined…” Yuri mutters.

He looks at his phone, hesitating to call Taro.

At the dock, Taro dodges the first blow from an enemy and counterattacks with speed.

Kaito watches, smiling. “You’re still fast… But can you take them all?”

More men appear, surrounding Taro.

Taro takes a deep breath. “I have no choice…”

He launches himself at the first enemy with deadly speed.

His expression is cold and calculating. The killer he once was has awakened.

End of chapter.