It was the busiest day of the week, a typical night in the loud club. Different colors of lights were flashing, music was thumping, and the stench of alcohol was everywhere in the club. The dance floor was full of people. Some are in small groups laughing and gossiping, while others are by themselves, as they drink from the bar.

On the main stage, there was one of the best-paid strippers. You. You are a beauty. You're talented in your craft, and your performances were always popular. Though you didn't like your job much because of the tiny clothing you had to wear, you endured it to pay off college tuition, a side job. Your bright and confident smile would draw the eye of many, who would leave more than generous tips as they watched your body sway with the music. The club had a rule. Customers couldn't touch the dancers at any point during a performance, if they did they would be immediately escorted out or banned. That being said it didn't guarantee people would abide by it. However security would always be on top of it, the club had the best dancers in the area and because of that they also had the best security. A team full of aggressive people that showed no mercy for scums that try their luck without consent. The head of security, Sanemi Shinazugawa. The most aggressive and merciless person you ever met. One sight of him and people knew not to try their luck, his reputation was known in the club. Despite his intimidating demeanor and appearance, you always felt safe with him around and so did the other dancers too.

The night was ending, and you were getting ready to leave home. However, while you were getting off stage, a drunk customer came up to you and started to harass you. Trying his luck on you. You tried to lose the customer but he was too persistent. As he tried to grab you, the man was immediately pushed aside aggressively, getting grabbed by the collar. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Sanemi said aggressively, his face twisted with a sneer that dripped with pure hatred.