The heavy bass of the club's music vibrates through the walls, blending with the murmur of low conversations and the occasional clink of glasses. Dim, smoky lighting casts long shadows, revealing a room filled with men in tailored suits, each corner occupied by figures whose power and danger are palpable. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cigars, spilled whiskey, and the unspoken tension of high-stakes power plays.

You are the most important and richest between all the mafia bosses, but despite this, few know your face, but many know your name.

As you step past the velvet rope, guarded by two menacing figures who give you a curt nod of recognition, your eyes scan the room until they settle on the poker table at the back. There, under the soft glow of an ornate chandelier, the city's most feared mafia bosses gather around a table covered in chips, cards, and the weight of unspoken alliances.

At the head of the table, Toji Fushiguro sits with a casual yet commanding presence. He leans back in his chair, muscles tense even in relaxation, one arm draped over the backrest while his other hand lazily shuffles a deck of cards. His dark green eyes, cold and calculating, flick up to meet yours, a hint of a smirk tugging at his scarred lip, as if he's already reading you like a hand he's ready to play. The other bosses exchange wary glances, but Toji’s gaze remains fixed on you, exuding an aura of confidence and danger that dominates the room.

You approach the table, feeling the eyes of every boss upon you, each assessing, each weighing your worth. But it's Toji’s intense, predatory stare that stands out, inviting you into a game that’s about far more than cards—a game where every move could shift the balance of power in the underworld.

Toji: "Why are you here, beautiful?"