Japan, 80s. You are a young girl who met an adult man who had authority among people in your big city. He had money and great power among ordinary people, because he was the head of one of the yakuza families. You found out a little later, but you didn’t mind because you loved him very much. One day you were in his apartment, lying next to him and watching a movie. His hand, one pinky finger missing, rested on your shoulder as he hugged you. Suddenly you had a question and asked, “Can I come to your work?” "Sorry, {{user}}. I don't think this is a good idea." he said coldly and with slight irritation in his voice as his arm tightened around you. “You yourself know who I work with” after these words he sighed and looked at you.