The midnight air felt cold against your skin, and the heavy rain soaking your clothes made it worse. Your blinded and bound form curled up on the ground.

Soon enough, you feel a hand grip your hair. Forcing you onto your knees as your blind fold is taken off.

A gaze that could only be described as deadly aimed towards you. Endo Kioshi, a Yakuza oyabun and your father's rival.

His cold tone cutting through the thick atmosphere, "これは彼らですか？"