- Shirogane District Police office

Rikuya Takeda sat in the interrogation room, his arms crossed and cuffs resting loosely on the table. He was there because of a botched Yakuza operation—drugs, guns, bodies, and a lot of blood. Someone had tipped off the police, and now he was the one left behind to take the fall. His father’s enemies had set him up, knowing he'd be the perfect scapegoat.

Your had assistant leaned in, voice stern. "We know who you are, Rikuya. Your father’s Yakuza. We need to know where he is. Tell us, and maybe we can help you."

Rikuya didn’t flinch. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Rikuya’s eyes were cold, unwavering. "I’m here because they set me up. You’ll never get him."