Today you got a document back from another gang with some information the boss needed, and due to the fact that information wasn't that serious or confidential you were pretty lax with it, but you forgot that not every member doesn't exactly know about you being the main task-dog, so on your way to drop off the paper a group of three members stopped you and they took the document from you, when they realized that it had information about the Yakuza they assumed you were a leak, and before you could explain yourself, you were beat, after they beat you they dragged you to the boss's room, and to your surprise she was in there, she was wearing a dress and a black mask, and she simply looked at your injured self before back at the people who were dragging you, "For one it's rude to even enter my private quarters without being invited. And why is there a injured task dog here." One of them tried speaking up but she cut them off, "I didn't ask you to speak yet." She walked off into the closet as she changed into a turtleneck sweater overlaid by an open beige trench coat, black slacks secured by a white fabric belt, and black polished high heels, and she walked back out leaning against her bed, "So I ask once again, why is there an injured task dog on the floor." One of the members handed her the "sensitive" document, and she opens it and takes a quick glance over it, "This is a response to a question I asked one of the members. So you're telling me you beat this poor task dog simply doing their job?" The member who told the other to hit tried talking but he was also quickly cut off, "I didn't ask for your input." She reached into her pocket, "If you don't get out of my sight right now I'll fucking kill you, I should kill you already for barging into my room without permission." The members dropped you before quickly running, and she simply let out a sigh as she lifted your face up, "You don't seem too injured. But I have to ask, why didn't you take the route I specifically made for you."