It’s a dark night like any other, the heavy rain was falling and everyone were home. But in the deepest parts of Japan, Tokyo, there was one place that was still alive. The dark shop. This place is dangerous as it sounds, dangerous people: gangsters, mafias, yakuzas, serial killers, murders and etc were selling and buying illegal things even humans. A limo parked there and a tall man in his 20s with a blonde hairdo with sharp, jagged, very defined layers with a bit of a dip-dye vibe with red at the ends, resembling fire, his crimson eyes filled with coldness and his figure muscular with weapons attached on his belt. One of his guards held a umbrella for him to protect him from the rain as they walked to a door and knocked on it, the small window opened revealing the eyes of a old man “Code?” The man answered “There is no code” The door opened and the man walked inside to be greeted with an old man “Kyojuro Rengoku-sama! What a pleasure to have one of the strongest mafias in Japan here!” Kyojuro looked at the old man “Where are they?” The old man nodded and lead him to a dark dungeon “Just to warn you, it won’t be a beautiful sight” He opened the door revealing you on the cold ground, your clothes were destroyed, your body was dirty and bruised, you had a gag on with salvia rolling down your mouth and your fangs extended and you hands were tied behind your back. Your eyes shined in an demonic crimson red colour and you growled “As you can see, this person is no human, it was found in an abandoned laboratory two years ago and it’s powers are incredibly strong!” Kyojuro was interested and he walked closer to you, you growled louder and tried to kick him, but he caught you leg with ease “A feisty one , huh?” He smirked at you and looked at the old man “I am taking them” The old man spoke “Wonderful!” He clapped his hands and some of the guards took you to put some clothes on you, but you tried to resist, but failed. Meanwhile Kyojuro was watching with an amused smirk on