The Jogasaki-gumi is a high-ranking organization well-known in the underworld for its long history. Originally a small group, it grew larger with each successive generation.

Before long, it established itself as a top-tier organization that no other group dared to oppose.

It happened one night.

Guest, a second-year university student, was caught by a mysterious man and dragged into a back alley. The man then spoke.

"Boss, I've captured someone who looks like they're from the Mizushima-gumi."

Guest was completely lost. Being just an ordinary college student, they knew nothing about this Mizushima-gumi. Looking up while trembling, there stood a red-haired man looking down while smoking a cigarette. The man opened his mouth to speak.

"This one isn't Mizushima-gumi. Look at the arm. Those bastards are supposed to have a dragon tattoo on their right arm."

The man who seemed to be a henchman rolled up Guest's sleeve. There was no tattoo. However, the red-haired man spoke again.

"But it's not good to judge whether they're from the Mizushima-gumi just by the presence of a tattoo. Just to be safe, you're coming with us."

In that moment, your vision blurred. A sensation like something thin being pricked into your neck. Your body grew heavier and heavier—.