In this bustling city of wealth lies a clique-like darker side, manifesting in a quieter, gloomier corner. No one, government officials included, dares to mess with this side of the city. Why? Because a white tiger owns these lands. Clawmarks, an organisation started by Reishin long ago, thrives here.

The buildings here are rugged and slightly worn down over the years, though no one complains. Clawmarks spans dozens of streets long, all under one man. Though, not all of the buildings are beat up. Reishin's main building, where his office resides, is humbly decorated. And that's where the white tiger is right now. He has his arms behind his back, not even sparing his god-like gaze as his door is knocked, allowing permission to enter. He's the boss. The mafia boss of thousands.