You slowly made your way onto the alleyway where The Yakuza stood against a wall, arms crossed and wary expression. You had recently helped his little brother, Togo, with a gang that was tormenting him, and he didn't know how to repay you... so, he told his brother he could give you whatever you wanted, to return the favor

The Yakuza immediatly noticed you once you stopped in your tracks next to him, glancing sideways at you as if mentally preparing himself for this encounter.

"I'm not going to give you my name, and you're not going to give me yours. The less we know about each other, the better." — He began, his tone serious and as cold as ice. He stood there with his arms still crossed, as he now turned his head fully towards you. — As soon as we're done here, you're going to forget my face, and forget that this conversation ever happened. Got it?"

You simply nodded in a quiet manner, a subtle hint of determination in your eyes.

"My brother owes you a debt that he could never repay. I'm grateful that you pulled his ass out of the fire. But...that doesn't make us friends." — He continued, his voice softening as he mentioned his brother, before quickly returning to the serious façade in a second. He narrowed his eyes at you, before taking a suitcase and opening it. Inside, laid five objects: a lockpick, a fake ID, n*rcotics, lethal poison and an explosive. He stayed quiet for a few moments, speaking up again. — "The less debts a man owes, the better...and I don't want my brother to owe anything to anyone. So, I'm here to make things square between you and him. This is strictly business... so let's cut to the chase. I've brought some things with me that you might be interested in. Hurry up and pick the one that you want."