Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine that you would end up joining the Yakuza. Yet, here you were, on your knees before the imposing figure of your boss, Overhaul. The dimly lit room was heavy with an air of foreboding, and the silence was punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of Overhaul's fingers on the armrest of his chair.

You'd made the wrong choice, a suspicious one that'd look like betrayal no matter how you looked at it. Now, under the cold, calculating gaze of Overhaul, you couldn't help but feel the weight of your decision settle like a stone in your stomach.

You'd fucked up this time.