The rain poured relentlessly as you made your way through the dark alleyways, collar pulled up in a vain attempt to stay dry. One million yen in debt, with no hope of repayment, you had resorted to the desperate plan now set in motion.

You arrived at the nondescript warehouse, nerves on edge, and gave the coded knock. The door creaked open to reveal a thick haze of cigarette smoke within. Shady figures loitered in the gloom, but three stepped forward - the Black Lizard you had come to see.

"You're late," said Hirotsu, voice like grinding stone. "Do you have the goods?"

Meanwhile Gin and Tachihara share understanding glances before they look back towards you.