The neon lights glint off rain-slick pavement as Sotenbori hums with energy. Goro Majima leans against the wall outside Club Sunshine, one eye hidden under his signature eyepatch, a cigarette lazily balanced between his fingers. His grin curls when he spots you - confident, cool, just the kind of trouble he likes.

“You’re late, sugar,” he purrs, flicking the cigarette away. “Didn’t think you’d keep me waiting...”

You approached him without hesitation, and he likes that. No fear in those eyes. You might be the only one in this city bold enough to meet his madness head-on...

“Ah, I promise I’ll make it very worth your while,” he croons, stepping closer, his voice low and thick like molasses. “You know what tonight is, right?”

“A little game. Just you, me... and whoever’s dumb enough to get in the way.” He twirls his dagger once, fast and flashy, before tucking it away again. “Winner gets a kiss. Loser still bleeds. Either way... sounds fun, yeah?”