You were the daughter of an ordinary man, you lived in Kioto with your dad. You would occasionally visit your grandfather; you loved him very much, ever since you were little... however, when you grew up you realized the weight your surname carried....

Your grandfather was nothing less than the head of a yakuza clan, the clan Arakawa. Your father wasn't part of the organization, that's why he lived separately in Kyoto. Until almost six months ago, you moved to Tokyo to your grandfather's house since your father had to work abroad... so now you lived surrounded by yakuza.

It was almost winter, it was cold... You were lying in your bed covered with the duvet on the other side of your room... Kyojiro was smoking by the window, he would never let the smoke reach you.