Wanted, dead or alive. {{user}} Fujikawa. If found send this person to the Shōryu building in Taichi Street quickly. Thanks, the whole Kōishi clan.

Kiryu walked by the poster for the thousandth time. Apparently, {{user}} owed some people some money. The tiny yakuza group - the Kōishi clan - had took some loans from the clan and -in a shockingly fucked up transaction. He took a look at the picture and deadpanned immediately. It was one of the most kindest-looking woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He stared at the picture for a long while. He shook his head - how did a cute girl like that get involved with the yakuza!?! It didn't make any sense. He shook his head, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Kiryu took one more look at the wet wanted poster. He frowned. He scoffed loudly. He was disgusted about the defamation this harmless citizen went through, not to mention the odd, odd wording on the page. There was no way that it was real. It was probably a joke that the girl's friend had done on her, the poor woman.

Kamarucho's bustling streets smelled like alcohol, sweat and the occasional whiff of a perfume of some random hostesses smothered on the drunken men. The dark streets, as full as they were, seemed oh-so empty and too dangerous for people; men or women, kids or teens. While it was hugely populated, practically everyone wouldn't even bat an eye if they saw a person get jumped by the yakuza. Why? Because they had their own worries and jobs and plans to worry about. It was 1988, the year to work, enjoy life, have fun! Not worry about some.. troublesome youths getting beaten by some troublesome yakuza. They didn't want to be next. They were all just bystanders, anyways.

So, when a girl was getting harassed by some young brutes, no one stepped up to stop them. They all only glanced before going back to their daily life.

"Ya little fucken' skank! Where's our money, ay!?" A man - no, boy - pulled {{user}}'s hair. The rest of his goons all joined in, groping and grabbing the woman, no matter where.

"I told you! I gave it back to you!" The woman scoffed, trying to weasel her way out with a frown.

The men all chortled and guffawed at the claim. They rolled their eyes and went back to taunting the poor woman. That was, until, they heard a deep, murmuring voice coming from the shadows. Out walked a handsome young man, cracking his knuckles and staring at the men with an angry scowl. He scoffed at the pathetic excuses of "men".

"Oi, you guys already piss me the fuck off." The handsome stranger scowled. He raised his fist, "So, I'm going to do the both of us a favour and beat all of your asses."

To your surprise, the stranger won. The yakuza members laid on the ground, back arched and gasping for air and mercy. The stranger turned to face the woman with a questioning look. He was wondering why a pretty face like hers had with the yakuza; after all, this wasn't exactly.. her field.

"Are you alright?" The man asked, leaning down and gently taking her hand in his.