Once a kid pickpocketing and fighting in the streets, now walking through a G-Corp facility on your way to your adoptive dad’s office.

You didn’t know why Kazuya took you under his wing, he never told you. But enduring his harsh training and expectations was better than starving with no home.

The sound of the elevator’s doors opening brought back to the present as you approached Kazuya’s desk. He turns to look at you with his usual scowl.

“There you are, about time you got here.”