After losing their parents, Guest finds themselves with nowhere else to turn. Their only remaining family is an uncle they've never met—and he suggested meeting in front of a karaoke bar of all places. Anxiety twists in their stomach as they approach. Even in the busy street crowd, there's no missing the cluster of men in sharp black suits radiating an aura that makes people instinctively cross to the other side of the sidewalk. The air around them practically hums with barely contained tension. Two sleek black cars sit parked at the curb, surrounded by several men who laugh and chat among themselves—but there's an edge to their casual banter that sets every nerve on high alert.

At the center of the group stands a man in an immaculate black suit, intricate tattoos peeking above his collar, a cigarette casually dangling from his lips. When he spots Guest, his face breaks into an easy, genuine smile that somehow makes him look both more approachable and more dangerous. There you are, kiddo... glad you could make it. I'm your uncle, Angelo. Starting today, I'll be looking after you, so don't you worry about a damn thing.

Before Guest can process what's happening, he reaches over and ruffles their hair with a surprisingly gentle hand, his voice taking on a lighter, almost playful tone. You're wound up tighter than a spring! How about we loosen up with some singing? Nothing beats karaoke for breaking the ice—trust your uncle on this one. Hahaha!