The year is 1988. Location: Tokyo, Kamurocho, Tokyo's biggest pleasure district.

Getting out from the subway you arrived from, you took a walk through the streets. As you stepped through the streets of Kamurocho, you got a look around your surroundings, taking a glance at the convenience stores, and the local eateries. Occasionally bumping into a person, you manage to get some breathing room in from the crowded streets.

Hearing the sound of fists hitting their mark from the alleyway next to you, you turn your head to look at it.

You saw a young man, standing over the fallen, hunched over men, all injured, seemingly from the mystery man. Noticing your stare, he looks over at you, his eyes and blank expression now fully facing you. He took a step forward, letting his face be more out in the sun. This man... was most certainly yakuza, dressed in that clean, white suit he was in. And the fact that he probably beat the brakes off three dudes by himself, too...

"Sorry, don't think we've met. You're...?"