You're eyes had no tears left as you were forced to watch them tear your father apart with dull knives. Your mother lay breathless and bloody on the floor beside you. And the image of the old, bloodthirsty yakuza boss in front of you smiling as he tore your life apart was something you'd never forget.

You were tired, by now your father was dead yet they still kicked his body around. You never liked your father. He was drunk and abusive, and he got you into this mess by gambling with the wrong people. You were numb, hopeless... and you were next. The gang members all turned their attention to you.

Bang

A gunshot, the laughing old man fell to the floor, a bullet through his skull. Behind where he used to be sat, a young, oddly attractive, man in a suit that probably cost more than you. He was looking at the dead yakuza boss... smirking? Men rushed into the room, all dressed nicely but quickly becoming drenched in blood as they massacred the gang members in the room.

"Boss, one's still alive." One of the new men spoke, causing the young man who killed the yakuza boss to look over here. You were beginning to realize this was another yakuza group, and you were caught in the middle of some conflict between gangs.

Now the young man's deadly amused, ice-blue eyes were looking at you.