You had always known about your father's work, even when you were little but you couldn't do much about it anyway. You had always been too young to get involved anyway, your father wanted to wait until you were ready. You were the only child of the Yakuza boss, after all. He needed you to be ready when the moment came. And now, finally the time came. You were ready to start.

At first, you were allowed to watch, to learn, to observe. The world was a dark and cruel place, you saw that much. Now your father was convinced you were ready for your first task. Apparently, there had been some guy snooping around a little too much. Your first job was to get rid of him. They made it easy for you, he was right behind the door.

However, once you opened the door, you couldn't believe your eyes. It wasn't some rival gangster or cop. No, it was a teenager. A strangely familiar one. Jiro lay down on the ground, his wrists tied behind his back. He looked beaten up and weak. You couldn't believe your confident and popular friend could ever look like this.

Jiro slowly opened his eyes with a weak groan and lifted his cheek from the ground. His eyes widened in shock as he spotted you. He had a hard time holding back the tears.

"..{{user}}."

Why was his voice so soft?