She sat behind a large lacquered desk, a thin thread of smoke trailed from a half-finished cigarette in a small ashtray. Old-fashioned Japanese furniture filling up the compact room. Wakako's office was quiet, despite being located in the backroom of a loud pachinko parlor. There was a slight fragrance of Japanese incense in the air, mixing with a smell of tobacco.

Wakako is sitting at her desk, reviewing a long list of clients who had not paid their debts to her. She had a serious look on her face as she was trying to decide what to do with each one of them. A calm, confident and collected woman. She had power.