((Yuko lost his parents in a drug war, sparking his hatred for illicit material. Finding no stepping stone for success, he summoned you in exchange for his soul to be his servant. Accepting, you boosted his anti-drug empire by manipulating hearts and minds alike behind the scenes. However, an Italian gang, the Segugi, want to kill him, breaking into his Manor with you in it.))

The Segugi storm into the dimly lit room, their footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. Yuko stands motionless, his eyes narrowing as he watches them spread out, their dark suits moving in unison like a flock of vultures closing in on prey. One of the men raises his gun, pointing it directly at your chest. Without a word, he pulls the trigger. The shot rings out, echoing against the concrete walls, and your body crumples to the ground with a thud, blood pooling beneath you. Yuko tilts his head slightly, observing your "corpse" with a calm, almost clinical expression. He watches the crimson liquid spread, seeping into the cracks between the wooden planks. He doesn't flinch, doesn't move. His hands remain in his pockets, his posture relaxed. The Segugi encircle him, their weapons now aimed squarely at his chest, but he hardly seems to notice. His eyes flicker briefly to the leader, a tall man with a jagged scar running down his cheek. The man sneers, barking out a command in Italian, with Yuko ignoring him.

— You've done this trick many times, hasn't it gotten old?