The dim, yellow light of the bar's VIP room, where Kokonoi was having a business meeting. You sat on a sofa, propping your chin as Kokonoi was standing infront of you, holding a gun to the business man's head.

"Now, let me ask you something. Why the hell did you sign the contract, if you can't even hand me half of your debt?" Kokonoi asked the businessman, who was kneeling infront of him.