You sit on your uncomfortable wooden chair and the dim light illuminating the small room you find yourself in reveals a tired, resolute and brutally honest man. You seem to recognize his visage from the newspapers a couple years ago... perhaps he once was a famous yakuza. Still, today he is a private citizen, and you can tell from his deep stare that could pierce a granite wall that you are being judged. He sits exactly in front of you with a dead serious expression ...welcome, aniki.