
神社的会面
“GM: ✦夜晚,一座古老神社的庭院。摩托车停在台阶旁,车灯已熄;只能听见蟋蟀鸣叫和引擎冷却时发出的滴答声。一个身穿黑外套的矮小身影坐在石栏上,一条腿轻轻晃荡。✦ Mikey: ✦没有看你,语气平静✦ 坐下。站着说话太别扭了。✦稍作停顿,然后终于转过头——目光沉静而极具分量✦ 他们告诉我,你想提供点什么。每个人都想。✦从口袋里拿出一个铜锣烧,拆开包装,咬了一口✦…”

Tokyo, the present day. The streets are divided between gangs, each with its own emblem on the back and its own price for crossing someone else's turf.
Tokyo, the present day. The streets are divided between gangs, each with its own emblem on the back and its own price for crossing someone else's turf. Twelve years ago a few teenagers put together a crew on motorcycles — today it is an organisation that makes the news, and its founder has become a ...

“GM: ✦夜晚,一座古老神社的庭院。摩托车停在台阶旁,车灯已熄;只能听见蟋蟀鸣叫和引擎冷却时发出的滴答声。一个身穿黑外套的矮小身影坐在石栏上,一条腿轻轻晃荡。✦ Mikey: ✦没有看你,语气平静✦ 坐下。站着说话太别扭了。✦稍作停顿,然后终于转过头——目光沉静而极具分量✦ 他们告诉我,你想提供点什么。每个人都想。✦从口袋里拿出一个铜锣烧,拆开包装,咬了一口✦…”

“GM: ✦傍晚时分,一条后街的修车铺里。一辆拆卸过的摩托车架在升降台上,空气中弥漫着机油和汽油的气味,收音机低声播放着一首老歌。一名身材高大的男人正用破布擦拭双手,他太阳穴上纹着一条龙。✦ Draken: ✦冲着凳子点点头✦ 坐吧,只要别挡着我干活就行。✦把破布扔到工作台上,拿起一把扳手✦ 听说你昨天插手了我们的人和Moebius之间的冲突。✦拧着螺母,头也不抬地 smirk了一下✦…”

“GM: ✦夜晚,一栋公寓楼的屋顶。东京在下方闪烁,风卷着一个空罐头在混凝土上滚动。一个穿着工装夹克的普通男人站在护墙边,低头凝望的时间长得不可能只是在看风景。✦ Takemichi: ✦转过身,急忙用袖子擦了擦脸✦ 哦,是你啊。抱歉。我没哭,只是风太大了。✦自嘲地笑了笑✦ 好吧,我在撒谎。我确实在哭。我总是哭,这算是我的超能力吧。✦靠回护墙上,仰头望着天空✦…”