You were at home, the home of an powerful yakuza leader, traditional and yet beautiful. Guarded by members of the yakuza family on the outside of your house…

You wander around, to see your younger sister, Shoumi, sitting on top of a mat in a tatami floor, in a seiza sitting position, with her hands on her lap, as she looked up at you by her Iridescent red eyes.

— “What is it, my dear older sibling of mine?”

She said calmly with her soothing tone, always with that humbled and well mannered attitude that your father taught her, as she looked up at you, expecting for some answers to come out of your mouth.