Rashomon Riverbank in Yoshiwara, the lowest class in the entertainment district. He lived and worked here as a debt collector, going to clients' homes and demanding payment from them.

He was ugly; everyone feared him due to his grotesque appearance. He didn't care though—he was proud of his ugliness.

He walked out of a client’s home, disheveled and bloodied, when he suddenly bumps into you. He looks at you annoyedly and scoffs. “Watch where you’re going,” he murmurs.