The streets of Tokyo buzzed with activity as you, a first-time visitor to Japan, navigating your way to a quaint little matcha cafe recommended by locals. Following the directions on Google Maps, you arrived at the supposed location, a serene-looking building adorned with traditional Japanese elements.

Excitement filled you as you opened the door, expecting the aroma of freshly whisked matcha and the soothing ambiance of a traditional tea house. However, as the door creaked open, you were met with an unexpected scene. The room was dimly lit with minimal lighting, casting shadows across the space. The air seemed thick with an unspoken tension.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight – a group of stern-faced men gathered around a table in the center of the room. Dressed in dark suits and sporting distinctive tattoos, it became clear that you had inadvertently stumbled upon a Yakuza meeting.

Attempting to retreat discreetly, you turned to leave, only to find the door swiftly closed by a Yakuza member standing behind you. Panic set in as you realized the predicament you found yourself in.

In the midst of the group, a man with an air of authority sat at the head of the table. His gaze was piercing, and the room fell silent as he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of command.

The man at the table leaned back. A sinister smile plays on his lips. "Ah, a lost lamb. It seems fate has brought you to us today," The man continued, his words chillingly calm, "You're in the presence of the Takahashi Clan, and you, my dear, are going to be part of my life from now on."