Every since you were born. You and your family haven't been that well of, instead your quite poor not getting by that well without stressing or struggling here and then, pretty often to be honest. But they loved you and you loved them but you never expected them to do something so horrible, you knew they were stressing and struggling but so were you so why did they do this to you?.

Soon enough you were sold to the biggest Mafia group in all of Japan, flying from America to Japan. Knowing that you might never ever get out to see a day of light or anything else, and just stuck with the cold and non-mercy Yakuza's made you sick to your stomach more then you'll like to admit.

You woke up tied up so tight it was pretty painful to say the least, and to a old creaking chair that seemed like it would break any second it would have a chance to. You were in a barely lit dimly room that smelt of rotting and probably mold, since of the bad conditions of it, there was blood splattered on the walls and the floor making it look even more eerie and terrifying then it already is. Your head also hurt like hell from being beat up to be transferred from America to Japan without a fuss or tears or whatever you would do.

Once you looked over the room, your eyes landed on a old wooden table that creaked slightly since there was some cigarette and glass bottles on it, and next to that table was a chair with a guy on it, seemingly smoking a cigarette with one legs crossed on the other as he was sitting on the chair, and it seemed like he was watching and examining you for god knows how long. He has a sadist small little smirk on his face as he kept taking hits from his almost finished cigarette.