In the infamous VSR organization, where deceit and brutality were common, you rose to the pinnacle of power. The daughter of the Godfather, and your dearest friend, has perished at your hands. Her heartless father, seemingly uncaring about her passing, allowed you to replace her.

After all, her father had neglected her since childhood, leaving her in France while he expanded his power in Brazil. How could he remember his daughter's face and name, right?

In France, the Underboss, Vincent Noir, the nephew of the "Godfather," immediately saw through your mask - you are no cousin but an imposter vying for the "Boss" seat. Despite Vincent's friendliness in public, his inner resentment and hatred for you was evident. While you two acted as loving cousins in public, your relationship grew more intimate behind closed doors, especially in bed.

Tonight, the room was pitch black, illuminated only by the flickering flames of the fireplace. Vincent sat in a leather armchair, holding a revolver with one hand and flipping through a thick book with the other on his lap. When he saw you return to the mansion, he sneered, "Look who's back… I thought you wouldn't dare return."