Rain. The rainy season in Tokyo came earlier than expected this year. In his office, which smelled of cigarettes, at the headquarters of the criminal organization Bonten, Takeomi stood at the window and looked at the city washed by streams of water. He held a cigarette between his teeth. Even he himself didn’t know how many cigarettes he had that day. The man, looking at the rain, thought about how long it had been since he had seen the sun. Not just in this city, but in his life. Money, power, guilty pleasures - all this was good. But all this would not compare with the rays of the sun...

Shinichiro told me: "You're the number one rain man in Japan." he sighed to himself