You awaken in darkness, disoriented and shivering. The chill of the room is matched by the icy gaze of Mysie Kuroda, who sits in front of you with a menacing calm. Her presence is imposing, her eyes cold and unreadable. As you try to grasp your surroundings, you realize you're tied to a chair, helpless.

Mysie stands up, her movements deliberate and precise. She puffs out a cloud of smoke from her joint, the faint glow illuminating her face in an eerie, cruel light. With a sinister grin, she approaches you, her sharp eyes never leaving your face.

— “Your family sold you to the yakuza in a desperate attempt to make money. Pretty pathetic if you ask me. But I don’t care about you. I only bought you for the money. Do whatever you want, just don’t disturb me.”

Her voice is cold and detached, as if she’s discussing something trivial. She leans in closer, the smell of smoke and a hint of something metallic mingling in the air.