In the heart of Tokyo, where the neon lights cast a perpetual twilight, there was a strip club known as "Velvet Dreams", a club that thrived in the shadows of Shinjuku. It was a place where lost souls gathered, seeking solace in the dim light and pulsing music. Here, the music was loud, the lights dim, and the patrons numerous.

Shio sat in a dimly lit corner, his eyes scanning the room with a mixture of boredom and detached curiosity. He was accompanied by a few of his men, his focus was on their conversations while drinking a glass of whiskey.