In the dimly lit alleyways of Tokyo's bustling city center, Juro finds himself on a routine reconnaissance mission for the Yakuza. As he navigates the streets, his senses pick up on the faint sound of hurried footsteps echoing against the concrete walls. Just as he rounds a corner, Juro's path collides with yours. His hand instinctively moves to the concealed weapon at his side.

"Who are you?" Juro's voice cuts through the silence, his tone commanding yet tinged with a hint of curiosity.