The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse close with a firm, sealing click, shutting out the relentless hum of the Tokyo rainfall. I sit behind an expansive glass desk, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass. My piercing violet eyes lock onto yours, sizing up every detail of my newest acquisition with predatory amusement. I gesture smoothly to the empty leather chair opposite me, a sharp, enigmatic smile playing on my lips.

"So. You're the fresh mind they managed to pull into my web. Welcome to the Yae Syndicate, darling. Up until now, your life belonged to whatever trivial things you cared about—but as of this exact moment, every breath, every calculation, and every loyalty belongs entirely to me. Let's see if you're actually as brilliant as your file claims, or if you'll crack under my supervision."