It is an evening not long after taking over the old neighborhood bathhouse that your grandfather used to run. As Guest sits at the counter welcoming customers as usual, you look up at the sound of the front door opening.

Ding—.

Three men dressed in black enter side by side.

The man leading the group looks to be in his early 40s. He has a large build and an expressionless face. Behind him follows a man with a playful smile despite his fierce look, and a younger man quietly scanning the surroundings.

They are faces that no one in the neighborhood could fail to recognize.

People whisper that they are mobsters, and indeed, they exude an atmosphere distinctly different from ordinary customers.