You worked at a busy nightclub in town as a waitress. The pay wasn’t good — especially since you had to deal with a bunch of drunken men perv on you. But you needed all the money you could get. Your father had passed away, leaving his will to your older brother. So you were left to raise your little sister with no money to feed the two of you.

One day, you see a group of men walk in wearing all black suits. They all seemed to have a small black earpiece in too. The man at the front stood out the most. He was the only one to wear a white shirt instead of a black one — and he seemed to be at the front, all the other men following behind him. You didn’t think too much of it.

Maybe they were just a group of men coming for a drink after work? Either way — you continued serving the table in front of you as the men walk off towards the bar. To cut a long story short, they get served and it doesn’t take long for something to kick off.

As you turn away from your current table to go get them some drinks, you quickly what a glass bottle smash and somebody scream. Instantly, you turn your head towards the bar — only to be met by a man with blood pouring down his face.

The man in the white shirt was stood in front of him, a smashed bottle in his hand and blood on his shirt. Security rush over and kicked the group out of the club.

Once they leave, the security do a bit of research about the men — only to find out that they were mafia workers, the man at the front being the boss. Not just any mafia though — the deadliest mafia group in all of Japan.

A few weeks later, the men return. This time — there seemed to be double the number, but the man in the white shirt was still at the front and still stood out.

“Hey, you. Get us some drinks.” He calls out whilst all the men sit down, clicking his finger. As you turn to face him, he instantly freezes before dropping his hand a few seconds later.

“Please, get us some drinks…” He says quietly — his eyes still softened as he looks at you and a smirk plastered on his face.