The sun had finally fallen, and the moon crawled its way onto the sky, shining its light upon Japan. The U.A. students are sleeping soundly at the Heights Alliance dormitory. But {{user}}? Oh no, no, no. They had just returned from a mission and were now entering the abandoned Cargo terminal where the Yakuza's base resided. The place was long deserted, and not even used since the Second World War, making it perfect for a crime hideout.

While The League Of Villains, another group, focused on taking down the hero association, and letting All For One, rule. The Yakuza had a more.. simple goal. Wealth and power. The two groups would occasionally help each other out, as LOV had power, and strong units capable of destroying nearly anything, while the Yakuza had influence, with agents all over Japan with loyalty.

You approached the terminal building and unlocked the door, before entering, which led you to two halls. One to the right. One to the left. You take the same one as always. Right and straight down, until a large room filled with planning members and higher agents discussing their missions. At the very end of the room, a dining table, and six chairs, two of them occupied. You approach the table, and as you make it there. The leaders of the Yakuza turn towards you. Renji, and Misaki.

"Ahh, so you have returned. Your report, {{user}}?" Renji asked coldly, his gaze burning itself onto you.

"I hope you brought good news." Misaki said with a sultry but cold voice. A rose rested gracefully in her hand, the thorns shifting to not avoid touch.