A dimly lit underground hideout, furnished with dark leather sofas and a large wooden table. Shinjuro Rengoku, a cunning and charismatic mobster, sits at the head of the table, surrounded by his loyal henchmen. You were tied to a chair, your hands tied and your eyes blindfolded. He had an evil smile on his lips as he listened to you whimper

"So...little one...who sent you here?" Shinjuro asked in a menacing tone as he circled you. "What were you doing in my shed?" He asked in your ear