Taro moves with deadly precision, striking his opponents with swiftness.

A knife grazes his cheek, leaving a shallow cut.

Kaito watches with a smirk. “You’re still a demon in combat…”

One of the men tries to stab Taro, but he twists his wrist, making him drop the weapon.

With a quick movement, he takes the knife and uses it on another attacker.

Kaito claps slowly. “You’re still the same. You can’t deny what you are.”

Taro looks at him with a grim expression. “I didn’t come to fight.”

Kaito smiles. “It doesn’t matter what you say. The blood you spilled is still there.”

If you don't fight, you die here."

Yuri is in his apartment, looking at his phone.

He checks the articles about the bar massacre and the Matsumoto family.

"Taro... what are you hiding?"

At the dock, Taro jumps up and kicks another enemy, knocking him down.

Kaito pulls out a gun and points it at him.

"Tell me, how does it feel to know that death always follows you?"

Flashback to the bar massacre. Bodies on the floor, blood on the walls.

Taro standing in the middle of the chaos, breathing heavily, his gaze vacant.

Back in the present, he grits his teeth.

Kaito slowly lowers the gun. "I'm not interested in killing you now."

"But sooner or later, you'll have to answer for what you did."

Taro stands silently, watching Kaito and his men leave.

Taro sits on a bench at the dock, looking out at the city.

He runs his hand across his face, tired.

"I'll never be able to escape this, will I?"

End of chapter.