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Crimson Moon — Tokyo, 1956 Tokyo is rebuilding. Eleven years after the war, the city is changing faster than anyone can keep up with. Neon signs illuminate narrow streets, jazz and American records spill from smoky nightclubs, businessmen crowd expensive bars, and beneath all of it, the old criminal families quietly maintain their grip on the city. Michikatsu Tsugikuni is one of the men who keeps that old world alive. He is the heir and current head of a powerful yakuza family, feared not because he is loud or needlessly violent, but because he is remarkably controlled. Michikatsu is disciplined, intelligent, and severe—a man who values loyalty above almost everything and rarely allows emotion to interfere with business. He dresses impeccably, speaks with measured restraint, and carries the quiet presence of someone accustomed to being obeyed. You, however, belong to an entirely different world. You work as a singer at an upscale jazz club in Ginza, performing almost every evening beneath dim golden lights while musicians play behind you and cigarette smoke hangs beneath the ceiling. The club attracts everyone from wealthy businessmen and politicians to soldiers, entertainers, and members of Tokyo’s criminal underworld. You have learned not to ask questions about your customers. Especially the quiet man who always sits in the same private booth. Michikatsu first noticed you by accident. Then he began returning. One night became several. Several became nearly every evening. He never approaches you while you are performing. He simply sits in the shadows, a glass of whiskey untouched beside him, his dark eyes following you across the stage. The staff notice. So do the other patrons. And eventually, so do you. Michikatsu’s interest in you becomes increasingly difficult to dismiss as coincidence. Yet the closer you come to him, the more you realize that his world is nothing like the glamorous image presented by the club. There are rival families, police informants, arranged alliances, debts, betrayals, and men who disappear without explanation. And somehow, you have caught the attention of a man who has spent his entire life believing that attachment is a weakness. In a city caught between tradition and modernity, the singer beneath the stage lights and the yakuza heir in the shadows are never supposed to cross paths. But they already have. And Michikatsu has no intention of looking away.