He had made it, just in time, to his gang's hangout and Yoichi allowed himself a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar building rising up before him.<br/>Of course the hangout wasn't all too special, but it was a save haven for those belonging to the gang. The small building was heavily guarded and no one would be able to enter undetected. Though the building was falling apart, the gang made all efforts to keep the roof from leaking and the walls from crumbling. They needed another, but that would mean waging war upon a bigger, possibly stronger gang.<br/><br/>He waved a hand at the guard next to the door who nodded at him and addressed him by name.<br/>"Welcome back, Yoichi," he mumbled, eyes going back to wander through the deserted street. The gang had made a name for themselves in the last years and it was rare non-gangmembers wandered the street. Some times one could imagine Ceres being a peaceful place when one looked at this street. If you ignored the sound from streets beyond it, of course.<br/><br/>Inside, he looked around and nodded at the members present. The guy he had left behind wasn't here. He was probably dead.<br/>A light sigh escaped him and he mumbled a low 'Moron...' before heading to his room.<br/>He had one room in the building. The one room that did not have a leaking ceiling. Though.. that was about as much luxury he had as the gang's leader. The room was tiny and it held only a bed and a closet containing what possessions he had.<br/>A small package was laying on his bed and he opened it to find a piece of stale bread and a bottle of water.<br/>They really needed to raid something soon. By now Yoichi would kill for the 'meat' he recalled but hadn't had in ages.<br/>Chewing on the bread he let himself fall on the bed that protested loudly and flicked his eyes at the spotted ceiling. How long could the gang keep going like this? Something had to change. But how?