The sirens screamed into the dawn as Hana and I tore through the streets, the squad car weaving in and out of the early morning traffic.

My heart pounded with each passing second, the weight of the blueprints heavy in my mind.

The circled area of Sector 6-B, the cold realization that Nagasuki Mitsuo was planning to free the Shima-Kai, rattled through my bones.

Every breath felt like a countdown.

"Are you ready for this?"

Hana’s voice cut through the silence, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Not really"

I admitted, my voice strained.

"But it’s not like we have a choice."

The Kyoto Detention House loomed ahead, its imposing stone walls dark against the grey sky.

Dozens of police cars and riot vans were parked in front of the entrance, blue and red lights flashing ominously.

Officers in full riot gear moved swiftly, their faces grim as they prepared for what was to come.

The air was thick with tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Sasaki stood near the main gates, his voice barking out orders over the chaos.

When he spotted us, he waved us over, his face a mix of urgency and anger.

"You found something"

He said the moment we approached, skipping the pleasantries.

His eyes flicked between Hana and me, searching for answers.

"Blueprints"

Hana said, her tone clipped.

"Nagasuki’s planning to break out the Shima-Kai members from Sector 6-B. He’s targeting the organized crime wing. If we don’t move fast, we’ll lose control of the prison."

Sasaki cursed under his breath, his face tightening.

"I don’t like this. The warden assures me everything’s secure, but something feels wrong. Nagasuki doesn’t make reckless moves."

“We’re already behind”

I said.

“We need to lock down that sector before Nagasuki’s men make their move.”

All of a sudden a hand poked my shoulder.

I turned around and there were two faces in front of me that I could not forget.

Matsuoka Haruto and Nakamoto Kyojuro.

They were accompanied by their respective superiors.

Detectives Kurogane and Sato.

Instinctively I smiled.

"Hey, Keisuke! Nice mess, huh?"

Matsuoka said smiling.

"Don’t joke, Haruto."

Nakamoto said firmly.

"It’s good to see you anyway, Keisuke."

"Enough with the greetings!"

Detective Kurogane barked.

Sasaki nodded, his jaw clenched.

"Let’s get inside. The warden’s expecting us."

We pushed through the heavy iron gates, stepping into the stark, sterile hallways of the Kyoto Detention House.

The cold, grey walls closed in around us as we made our way toward the control center.

The prison guards were on edge, their eyes wide and hands twitching near their weapons as they glanced nervously at the locked-down cells.

Tension rippled through the air.

The warden was waiting for us in the main control room, flanked by a few of his senior officers.

He was a stout man with thinning grey hair and a face hardened by years of working with the worst criminals the city had to offer.

His uniform was immaculate, the buttons polished to a shine.

But the tension around his eyes gave him away. He wasn’t as calm as he wanted us to believe.

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"Detectives"

He greeted us with a tight nod, his voice as hard as stone.

"I understand you’ve brought some... concerns."

"We’re not here to debate."

Sasaki said, stepping forward.

"We found blueprints of this facility in the hands of Nagasuki Mitsuo’s men. They were planning a breakout from Sector 6-B. You need to increase security immediately."

The warden’s lips thinned into a hard line.

"Sector 6-B is our highest-security wing. I assure you, nothing happens there without my knowledge. We’ve already reinforced the sector after hearing of possible threats."

"Reinforcements won’t be enough."

I cut in.

"Nagasuki isn’t just making threats. He’s planned this down to the last detail. You need to lock the prison down now."

The warden’s eyes narrowed, clearly irritated at being told how to run his own prison.

"Detectives, I understand the seriousness of your concerns, but this is my facility. We’ve dealt with threats like this before. I will not allow fear to dictate my actions. I have full confidence in my team."

"You don’t get it."

Detective Sato said, his voice sharp.

"This isn’t just some gang scuffle or little riot. If Nagasuki frees the Shima-Kai, you’re looking at a full-scale war in the streets of Kyoto. Are you really willing to risk that?"

The warden’s face darkened, but before he could reply, the ground beneath us trembled violently.

The sound of an explosion ripped through the air, followed by the shattering clang of metal doors being forced open.

The warden’s calm facade crumbled instantly, his face paling as chaos erupted around us.

"What the hell was that?!"

I shouted over the noise, my pulse skyrocketing.

The warden’s voice shook with disbelief.

"That... that came from Sector 6-B. How is that possible?"

Sasaki was already on his radio, barking orders to the riot squad as alarms blared throughout the building.

"We need all units in Sector 6-B! NOW!"

We sprinted out of the control room, the sound of alarms and shouting filling the air.

The once sterile hallways were now filled with smoke and the unmistakable clamor of chaos.

Prisoners poured from their cells, some armed with whatever makeshift weapons they could find.

Guards rushed to contain the situation, but it was clear that the explosion had compromised security.

“Get in formation! Hold the line!”

Kurogane’s voice echoed through the hallways as the riot squad moved into position, shields raised.

The battle erupted in seconds.

Prisoners clashed with the police forces, swinging pipes, broken chairs, and fists with wild abandon.

Officers retaliated with batons, tear gas, and sheer force.

The narrow hallways became a battlefield, filled with the screams of the injured and the sounds of violence.

Hana, Nakamoto and I waded into the fray, fighting to contain the chaos.

Matsuoka and Sato stayed behind protecting the warden.

I ducked as a prisoner swung a makeshift club at my head, countering with a quick jab to his stomach.

He crumpled to the ground, but another took his place almost instantly.

It was a brutal, relentless fight.

Every moment stretched into an eternity as we fought to push the prisoners back.

But in the midst of the battle, my thoughts were only on one thing—Nagasuki.

Somewhere in this chaos, he was moving.

His plan was in motion, and I couldn’t let him slip away.

“We have to get to Sector 6-B!”

I shouted over the melee, turning to Hana, who was engaged in her own fight.

She nodded, taking down an assailant with a sharp knee to his gut, and together, we pushed through the throng of bodies.

As we reached Sector 6-B, the scene was worse.

Smoke filled the air, the lights flickering as the prison’s emergency systems struggled to stay online.

The blast had blown open the heavy doors to the cells, and prisoners swarmed the area, many of them already armed and heading for the exit.

And there, through the haze, I saw him.

Nagasuki Mitsuo.

He stood at the far end of the corridor, his posture calm and composed as the chaos unfolded around him.

He was directing the Shima-Kai members, sending them out in groups like a general commanding his troops.

"NAGASUKI MITSUO!"

I roared, my voice hoarse with fury.

He turned toward me slowly, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement.

"Keisuke Mori"

He said, his voice soft but cutting through the noise.

"I was wondering when you’d show up. But I’m afraid you’re too late. This... is already over."

Before I could respond, one of his men lunged at me.

I dodged his attack and knocked him out with a single punch, but by the time I looked back, Nagasuki was gone, disappearing into the smoke.

"Come on!"

I yelled to Hana as I broke into a sprint, following the trail of destruction Nagasuki had left behind.

I followed him down a narrow corridor, away from the main battle.

My fists clenched as I closed the distance between us.

This was it.

After all these months, I was finally face-to-face with the man who killed Kento.

“Nagasuki!”

I shouted again, my voice shaking with rage.

He stopped, turning slowly to face me in a small, dimly lit corner of the prison.

There were no more distractions now.

Just me and him.

“I knew you’d come for me eventually, Keisuke”

He said, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

“But you’re too late. The Shima-Kai will live again, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

“Not if I take you down first”

I growled, my fists clenched.

Without another word, we lunged at each other.

Our fists collided, the sound of bone against bone echoing in the narrow corridor.

Nagasuki was strong—stronger than I’d anticipated.

But I wasn’t going to let him win.

Not after everything he’d done.

Not after Kento.

I dodged a punch aimed at my jaw, countering with a hard uppercut that sent Nagasuki staggering back.

But he recovered quickly, his eyes narrowing as he came at me again, this time with more force.

His fist caught my ribs, knocking the wind out of me, but I gritted my teeth and fought through the pain.

This wasn’t just a fight.

It was a battle for everything Kento had stood for.

For the justice we both believed in.

As we traded blows, the world around us seemed to fade away.

There was no more prison, no more riot—just the raw, primal fight between two men whose lives had been intertwined by violence and betrayal.

I blocked another punch, grabbing Nagasuki by the collar and slamming him into the wall.

“You’re not getting out of here, Nagasuki”

I spat, my breath ragged.

He smirked, even as blood trickled down his face.

“Maybe not. But I don’t have to. The Shima-Kai will live on even without me.”

His words only fueled my anger.

With a roar, I drove my fist into his stomach, doubling him over in pain.

But he wasn’t finished.

Nagasuki kicked out, catching me off guard and sending me crashing into the opposite wall.

The impact dazed me, but I forced myself to stand.

This was my fight to win.

My chance to end it all.

With one final burst of strength, I charged at Nagasuki, tackling him to the ground.

We grappled for control, fists and elbows flying as we wrestled on the cold concrete floor.

My vision blurred, my body aching from the blows, but I couldn’t stop.

Not now.

Finally, I pinned him down, my fist raised, ready to deliver the final blow.

But before I could strike, I heard Hana’s voice calling my name from down the corridor.

“Keisuke! We’ve got him! It’s over!”

I hesitated, my breath heavy.

Nagasuki lay beneath me, his eyes gleaming with defiance even in defeat.

I lowered my fist, the weight of everything crashing down on me.

The fight was over, but the war wasn’t.