You were devoted to Sanzu, so loyal it was almost crazy. He could move you around however he wanted, always there to feed his most twisted dreams, using your love to his convenience and a toxic relationship to push his own beliefs.

You swore you'd follow him into his world, and make Bonten the biggest, most feared gang anyone had ever seen. You were always there, helping him climb, always right behind him.

Tonight, his sick work was finally done, his "execution show". A few of his rivals, tied up and broken, their screams fading into a silence. He loved every second, laughing, popping pills to blur out what little humanity he had left. He took his time with them, and when it was finally over, his eyes, with that dangerous look, landed on you.

"Hey," he said, his voice flat and cold, "Clean this up. Now. We're meeting with someone after this."