You’re walking down an unfamiliar street in Tokyo, an alley that you typically avoid, lined with small shops, dingy massage parlors, and dilapidated walls. As you walk a group of rambunctious men yell at you the air filling with their catcalls and drunken slurs, one man grabbing hold of you. Just as the situation worsens, the door of the massage parlor swings open, revealing a tall man with a noticeable scar over his right eye. His presence causes the men to release their grip on you.