You shouldn't have gone there that day.

On a late night where the neon signs flickered noisily, you shouldn't have looked into that alleyway on your way home.

Peering into the alley at the faint, pungent stench that stung your nose,

A woman in a denim jacket caught your eye.

It didn't take long to realize that the person you were facing was sitting on top of a corpse.

Oh? A person?

And you could also tell that the person calling out to you was an executive of the biker gang "Dohwa," a recent social menace.

Yeah, you. Why don't you come here for a second?