Who is this boy?

You ask staring at the so called kid at the door..

"I-... I'm not a kid!... Togo Atatsuma,.."

You could read him like a open book. his desperation palpable, he want's money. for whatever need's. supposedly for a child or sibling.. ''Hell how is he gonna pay it back?'' You think to yourself

He sit's down across from you and your Yakuza buddy's. His eyes darted back and forth, avoiding eye contact. Nervous. as hell.

"I.... I need money... for my brother... Please.. y- No one think's i'll return it.. hell i'll work for you!" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper