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“Stop crying like a fucking bitch.” Haruchiyo heard someone say in a low, dark voice. He didn’t know who that person was. “I’ll ask you one more time: where is the money?” the cold click of a gun being reloaded. The piecing sound of a bullet shell hitting the ground.
Haruchiyo instinctively held his sister closer, his hands shaking. [...] He tried to be as silent as possible, pressing a hand over Senju’s lips to make her quiet too. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was terrified. His vision became blurry, he felt like he was suffocating.
“I told you I’ll get them in a couple of days, for FUCK’S SAKE!” Takeomi screamed, his voice cracking in pain. He was hurt. Whoever was in their living room was not playing around.
They had actually shot their older brother!
[The origins of Sanzu, the scars on his lips and how he was first exposed to drugs.]