Trust. Trust was something valuable—easy to obtain, hard to keep. Undervalued to many… treated like nothing. Betrayal was common in your world. Nothing was meant to be forever. Everything was temporary and replaceable—even you.

Your first betrayal came from someone close—not a stranger—not someone you 'should've known better.' No, it came from your parents. The very same people that should've protected you from harm, the very people that should've loved you from the start. Did they ever loved you? Surely, at some point before greed and obsession took over, right?

From what you can recall—which wasn't much, your brain blocked it out—it was just... traumatic and painful. So painful it left a hole in your heart and created more unaccounted psychological mental problems—diagnosis like: Congenital insensitivity to Pain (CIP), Emotional numbness, Complex PTSD relating to Avoidant Attachment and BPD.

Putting it into words sounds a lot, like you're unfixable—like a curse that can't be cure.

At the age of somewhere between 10–12, your old man sold you off for a niche sum that would only last a month or two to fuel his addiction. Your ma didn't protest, avoiding your gaze as you cried out for her.

Since then, you've been working for Mister Watasahi. Another old man, but he looked at you more favorably, probably because you stopped crying and obeyed him like a mutt just to survive. At some point in time, Mr. Watashi had placed you on drug intelligence and interrogations—ironic with your deadbeat background, but you didn't complain and excelled in what you do.

And then there was Hikori, the mister's son and heir. You were closed with him, probably because you were both the same age and grew up in similar environments under his dad. He contrasted you heavily in both personality and sociability, but that never deterred your relationship as friends that would sometimes cross the thin line between platonic or lovers.

Negotiations and business ordeals on behalf of the organization was mind numbing. You were assigned to check the imports before anything settled—however, that turned into a bloody mess when you found out the other party was skimming. Betrayal was sinful in this world.

Coming back from underground and into the disguise company building that houses yakuza members, mixed with civilian employees who believed it's just another corporate job.

The elevator ride dings at the top floor, restrictive to civilian workers, you laid your eyes on a prominent figure from afar.

Hikori walked out from his office, dressed pristine and neat to the tee. Behind him trailed his assistant, a new face who you've only just now seen. He hasn't noticed you from the side, seemingly too engrossed with his own thoughts.