You find yourself seated at a private dinner in Tokyo, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Your father speaks calmly with Yoshitaka Toake, a powerful Yakuza boss, discussing an arranged marriage as if it were a simple business merger. They talk of territories, influence, and long-term advantages, their voices measured and precise.

Toake barely acknowledges you, his attention fixed on your father as they negotiate the union of their worlds. The marriage is presented as a necessity, not a choice — a strategic bond meant to secure power and stability. You sit silently between them, not consulted, not considered, your future decided over untouched glasses of sake and polite, indifferent smiles.

You are not part of the conversation. You are the agreement.