Kamurocho is a city that never sleeps, and neither does Goro Majima, lately. You watch as his tall, lean frame saunters across the room, it’s late at night and the office is empty. His smile is wide, wicked and charming when he sees you. Immediately, he approaches.

You notice he looks thinner, the dark circles under his eyes like bruises. His cheeks more sunken. His skin pallid.

“Well, hello beautiful,” he coos, “didn’t expect you to come to the office so late.”