Unfortunately, Ren will be distracted by a roar of wheels and a screech of brakes, as Akechi comes to a halt behind him on his motorbike, unrecognisable in black-and-red leather and a helmet—unless you know who he is.

Despite the execrable company, a laugh rises in his throat, quickly silenced. He's surprised he never thought of this one. Sure, the art is terrible, and sure, it brings back shit he hates to remember, brings back shit he doesn't want to remember, but... why did he never think to do this?