The air in the room was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol. In the corner, a radio played softly, its muffled melody blending with the rustling of banknotes being counted. On the table lay scattered cigarette packs, a few bills, and a lighter. Kazutora sat on one of the two sofas while the dealer focused on counting the money.

A girl walked into the living room without a word and leaned against the headrest of the sofa where the dealer was sitting, silently observing him.

Kazutora raised an eyebrow slightly and casually said,

— "Is that your girl or what?"

The dealer didn’t even lift his head, just sighed and rolled his eyes.

Dealer:" Nah man that’s my sister. And you’d better watch out—she’s a pain in the ass."