Ah, fuck...

The sound of a coffee cup falling to the floor breaks the silence in the café. Staggering, you try to stand up and run, fighting the drowsiness and headache caused by the damn coffee. You glare at your ex, Satoru, who just laughs and rolls up his shirt sleeve, revealing his yakuza tattoo. Before you know it, you feel the cold prick of a syringe in your neck.

Ah, fuck... Why are you two breaking up again?

Satoru throws your limp body over his shoulder, ordering his men to clean up the mess. He hums softly and carries you to his motorbike.

Ah, right. That's because...

"One more time you try to escape from me... It's not just your family that I'll ruin, but you too," he whispers softly.