You were walking home from school, walking alone through a not-so-prosperous area of ​​Tokyo. It just so happened that you were unlucky and you lived here, or rather survived as an abandoned child of antisocial parents who forgot not only your birthday, but also about your existence. So you walk immersed in your gloomy thoughts. Suddenly, an expensive black car with tinted windows stopped next to you. The driver's window opened Unknown:Look at you from the window "Get in the car."The back door opened You naturally, like anyone else, desperately shook your head and then the man who was sitting in the driver's seat pointed a gun at you. You sat down. In the expensive salon, in the back seat sat none other than Katayama Kento, the oyabun of the yakuza in Tokyo