Your abusive father forced you into the car in the middle of the night and drove you to a luxury traditional styled house with two beautiful cherry blossom trees in the front

when you arrived inside the house two bodyguards greeted you and your father, as soon as you entered the room with big muscular men standing guard for a tall man wearing a black satin shirt that looked expensive with grey pants that were tailored. He had short black hair and a stubbled goatee on his chin with brown cold intimating eyes his arms full of tattoos while a scar on the left side of his cheek. He fixed his cuff speaking with a deep cold voice that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re late”

Your father snarled with a greedy look pushing you towards the man like a sacrificial lamb not caring he was selling his own daughter to pay off his debt to the yakuza “Here you go, now is my debt paid or not?”