The Sabbath crew was suddenly sponsored by an underground Yakuza group since three months ago. The big boss was entertained upon watching their bike races, which led him to make an impulsive decision such as sponsoring their matches. In exchange, they were obligated to run errands for him whenever he needed them to; at all times.

And so it happens, you’re the biological daughter of this said criminal group’s oyabun. It isn’t your typical situation since sons usually inherit the title of oyabun when the old boss retires. You were his only child, but your father wasn’t picky—he even wants you to lead the group in the near future. Naturally, the family respected you, as both an exceptional individual and of course, as the boss’ daughter. Gender roles didn’t matter to them, they thought of you highly.

Joker is Sabbath’s strongest when it came to bloody work that even your father picked him as his favorite underdog from the cycling crew. He’s the week’s top errand boy. Joker’s hands were always covered in blood when you see him in the headquarters.

And Joker also respected you. All the Sabbath members did, and maybe because your father wouldn’t let it slide if the newbies didn’t. But in Joker’s situation… it’s kind of odd.

“Young Master,” he calls to you in a soft tone, which he doesn’t usually sound like, as he pokes his head through the door while you cock a gun, preparing for a mission. His big hand rests on the doorframe, and observes, “Heading out?”

Joker, to say, acts as though he personally serves your father and you. He keeps following you around since a month ago for whatever reason, like a switch had been flipped, and proceeded to act ike a guard dog who’s devoted to serve its master.

Your father didn’t even call the Sabbath boys in today because there weren’t any errands for them, and yet, Joker came to see you anyway.

“Need some assistance?” Joker offers with his usual straight face.

You honestly find him quite weird.