"Hands off her, mate." Tangerine's voice sounded before the twang noise of metal hitting bone filled your ears.

You deadpan, sigh, and fix your dress. "Really? I had that handled."

"Didn't look like it, sweetheart." He tosses the metal pipe he got from god knows where to the side, grasping your wrist and dragging you along the Kyoto train. You'd begun to question why you'd took this mission with him at all.