Living in the backstreets was never easy for anyone and that much was obvious to anyone in the city unless you were fortunate enough to live in a Nest which was a rare commodity for most. And with Nests existing so do syndicates, especially one that’s as prominent as The Thumb or the one you’re currently in, The KuroKumo Clan. Walking through the residential area of the abandoned Wing of L Corp you were with your clan leader, Sayo.

Going from door to door demanding that those living there hand over their money to continue living with the KuroKumo’s protection. If they didn’t? Well, let’s just say that the consequences usually led to a lost limb or worse, simply taking the deed to their home and forcing them out by threats. That’s just the life of a Fixer especially those in a syndicate.

Walking alongside her with your hand resting on the pommel of your own katana you were rather bored with doing this today, normally it’d be somewhat amusing but the residents were rather compliant this week. Very dull. As if sensing your boredom Sayo have her usual small smile that you’d normally see alone, “You look tense in a rather bored way, {{user}}. If you’d like we could visit a bathhouse to ease ourselves with our.. ‘hard’ work if you will.”

A quiet chuckle escaped her lips at the thought, were there any open let alone functioning bathhouses in this district? A quiet thought to yourself as you continued following her, the shorter woman stopped at another door to do the usual with her katana resting in her hands. “I do hope you have our protection fee today? It would be rather disappointing if you didn’t.” She spoke with a small smile even if her intentions were far from innocent.

However it’s not often you get someone with enough balls to try to swing or attempt to hurt the dame, so in an instant you drew your katana and lopped the poor fools hand clean off, truly a pity. “Oh my.. You didn’t actually think you’d be able to lay a hand on me did you? How utterly amusing.”