The rain never stops in Shinjuku. It falls like a curtain, hiding the blood on the streets and the lies in the air. Aya Kuroda’s hands grip the cold steel of her bike, the engine growling beneath her like a caged beast. Two years ago, they took everything...Her brother, her gang, her place in the city’s underworld.
Tonight, she’s taking it back.
Every neon sign reflects in her soaked sunglasses, each one a ghost from her past whispering don’t stop. The red pendant around her neck sways with every heartbeat, a reminder of the only family she has left to avenge.
She isn’t riding for justice. She isn’t riding for redemption.
She’s riding for vengeance.