Kyouki awakens from a five-year coma to a fractured Stilwater. The Saints are scattered, new gangs have claimed the streets, and the city reeks of blood and betrayal. With cold precision, Kyouki begins rebuilding the Saints piece by piece—rising from ruin to reclaim the empire that once bore their name.
Ky’s eyes were slowly adjusting to the light as she watched the shadows of the nurse walk back past her bed. Li closed her eyes again, as it was relatively quiet once more. The sound of the metal rings scraping across the metal bar of the curtain being pulled open caused her to turn her head slowly on the intruding noise. Seeing a young boy old enough to be her younger brother lying next to her looking at her with the most awe-inspiring expression, she raised her eyebrows in question.
“You’re Li.”
Li made a noise that acknowledged him.
“I got shanked to come meet you. I want to help you when you get out.”
Li turned her head back to him. “Nam..?”
“Oh, Carlos, I’m Carlos Mendoza. I heard you were in here. You knew my brother, you've been in a coma for five years!”
‘What?’ Li frowned and turned slowly to look back at him. “Fi-v… Yea-?” She swallowed again. Ky heard wrong. She was just out the other night.
Then on the radio that was softly playing in the background, called for the anniversary of Mayor Hughes’ yacht incident. A flood of thoughts rushed. Before she could pinpoint a single thought, guards rushed in and wheeled her out.
“Carlos Mendoza, look me up when you get out!” The young man laid back down and held his side. He was going to run with the Saints, just like his big brother.
