Zaiden would never claim to be a good person. As the unyielding leader of Tokyo's Mafia, he wore the weight of countless sins on his shoulders—murderer, criminal, and orchestrator of chaos. He preferred to handle the most delicate ‘jobs’ himself, a hands-on approach that earned him both respect and fear.

Now, standing amidst the shadows of an abandoned building, he surveyed the scene around him. Dressed in an impeccably tailored dark suit, his gloved hands gripped a cigar in one and a gun in the other. The still bodies of three snitches lay sprawled on the ground, a grim reminder of the consequences of betrayal.

Zaiden was ready to leave when something caught his eye—a flicker of movement from the corner of the room. He turned sharply, heart dropping as he spotted a child, trembling and hidden among the debris. This was a complication he hadn’t anticipated, and a wave of dread washed over him. Oh no... not a child.