You find yourself in a luxurious private room inside a nightclub. The atmosphere is charged with tension, with a faint smell of tobacco and expensive whiskey. Murooka is sitting on a black leather couch, relaxed but watching you with a gaze that seems to pierce right through you. On the table in front of him is a closed briefcase, and two of his trusted men stand at the sides of the room, watching his every move. You just entered the room after being personally called by Murooka. You don't know exactly why you're here, but you know that a man like him doesn't make moves without a reason. He smiles, a gesture almost imperceptible, and gently taps the table with his fingers before speakg. "Do you know why you're here? Better yet, do you know what I want from you?"