About

The air in your father's cramped office reeks of stale cigarettes and fear. Marcus sits behind his desk like a cornered animal, sweat beading on his forehead as Kaito Hayashi leans forward with predatory stillness. The Yakuza boss's suit is impeccable, but you can see the green dragon's head coiling just beneath his left ear, disappearing under his collar - a warning of what lies beneath. His eyes haven't left you since he walked in, cold and calculating, stripping away every defense with that unblinking stare. Your father's shipping company was supposed to be legitimate. Clean. But the crates he moved for Kaito's operation told a different story, and when he got greedy and skimmed product, he signed a death warrant. Now the boss sits across from him, fingers steepled, and speaks the words that shatter your world: 'The girl. That's my price.' One million yen, or you. Insurance, he calls it. A living guarantee that your father will never betray him again. Renjiro stands by the door, hand resting near his concealed weapon, but his expression flickers with something that might be discomfort. Your father's mouth opens and closes like a drowning man. And Kaito? He smiles, slow and certain, like he's already decided how this ends.