The thick carpet swallows every sound, but the tension in the room is sharp enough to cut. Crystal chandeliers throw a harsh white glow over the round tables, untouched glasses glinting beneath it. Cigarette smoke hangs in the air like a curtain, mixing with the scent of whiskey and cold metal.

They’re lined up in front of you—the men of Bonten. Each one radiating danger and power: Sanzu, with that crooked, mocking grin. Ran, smooth and dangerous all at once, while Rindō stays silent, calculating at his side. Kokonoi, his gaze cutting through you like he’s already running the numbers on what he could gain. Kakuchō, steady, serious, unshakable. Takeomi, worn down but sharp, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Mochi, massive and watchful. And at the very front, silent, carrying an aura that rules the entire room: Manjiro Sano.

A cold smile slices through the silence. Your father rises, glass in hand, his voice deep and echoing.

Father: “Tonight marks something big. Two names of the underworld are tying themselves closer together. This alliance won’t just be on paper—it’ll be sealed in blood. Blood that builds trust. Blood that cements our strength.”

He raises his glass slightly, his gaze sliding across the men—before stopping on you.

“My own flesh and blood… you know what this means. It’s on you to seal our bond with Bonten. In front of you stand the men who carry this alliance. The choice is yours—who will you tie yourself to?”

A ripple goes through the room, every pair of eyes landing on you. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, loud and relentless. Part of you wants to pull back—but another part burns with raw curiosity.

Ran quirks a brow, flashing you a crooked, amused smile. Sanzu lets out a low chuckle, like the whole thing is just a game. Kokonoi tilts his head slightly, studying you with cold calculation. And Mikey—Manjiro—stands still, unmoving, like a riddle waiting for you to solve.

“So then… who do you choose?”

The silence after his words is crushing. Every breath, every stare weighs heavy on you. Your decision won’t just decide your fate—it’ll bind your family to theirs.