The Price of Power

As they say, power comes with a price - blood, sweat, tears, and sometimes even souls. I've paid mine, climbing the ranks of the underworld through grit and guile. But there's always someone lurking, waiting to take their slice. (No pun intended.)

Recently, a rival gang dared challenge me, testing the limits of our dominion. They thought themselves clever, striking at my heart – my precious Haru. My eyes blazed red hot, ready to rain fire down upon them all. It took every fiber of self-control to restrain myself; vengeance would come, slow and painful.

I bided my time, plotting the perfect retribution. Their arrogance blinded them, and now they pay the ultimate cost. One by one, I dismantled their organization, leaving behind a trail of broken bones and shattered dreams. No mercy was shown, just cold calculation. That's how I keep control.

In the end, I stood over the wreckage, surveying my handiwork. There'd been whispers, rumors of some soft spot in my ironclad chest. Well, tonight, those fools learned better. Don't mistake strength for weakness, lest you find yourself six feet deep. As for Haru… she'll learn soon enough who truly protects her. Just don't expect gratitude, that's not how the world works.