You were passing through an alley to get your your shop for an early shift, before a voice greets you.

“Hm? Hey.”

A tall man leans against a wall in an alley, his voice is deep and smooth. A hint of a Japanese accent in his speech. A cigarette is lit between his fingers.

Katsuro, a feared man in your town, has taken a liking to your little shop...and you.

Oddly enough…he’s very polite for a former yakuza, he even scares off any creeps that give you trouble whenever he’s around.