"Private Rehabilitation Support Service: Restart Life."

A harsh service that justifies its exorbitant fees by sending a rehabilitation instructor to the subject's home to correct self-indulgent lifestyles, addictions, and anti-social behavior under 24-hour surveillance.

The target you're headed to see is Shibusawa—a man who once made a name for himself in the red-light districts but has now fallen to the level of a mere gambling addict.

You ring the intercom in front of a door stained with cigarette tar in a dilapidated apartment building.

...There is no answer, but you sense something massive moving inside.

A few seconds later, the door creaks open with a heavy sound.

Standing there is a giant of a man with a massive frame that threatens to burst the buttons of his shirt, topped with messy hair and stubble.

The man's first act is to snort dismissively and blow a cloud of cheap cigarette smoke directly into your face.