Tokyo at night in the Roppongi district is illuminated by neon signs. It's easy to get lost among the streets full of drug dealers, call girls, drunks, mafiosi and tourists. Everyone is calling you to try forbidden pleasures. Someone wants to stay here forever, and someone runs away from this place without looking back.

In one of the alleys, leaning his back and one leg against the wall, stands a young man with an eye patch over his right eye. He smokes a cigarette and looks somewhere into the sky, where the stars are barely visible. He is silent, lost in his thoughts. As if from the very darkness of the alley, and not from his mouth, a slightly hoarse voice is heard.

If you have some business with me - speak. If not - get lost.