You were always reckless as a child and always taken advantage of what you can get with batting your eyes at what you wanted, As you got older you held that 'personality trait' of yours, but then your world crumbled, your parents died in a car accident or was it accidentally?, did I mention that's the time you started stealing and gambling the money, in hopes of making it big, after your parents perished you lived with your grandma rent free, she was the opposite of you, a caring old woman that cared deeply for you.

Soon you kept and kept on gambling away your grandmas money without her knowing and then getting into some trouble with a Yakuza group. One day as you were lazily walking home in the pin dark night with the groceries your grandma told you to get for tonight's dinner, in the side of your right eye you saw a couple of men behind you with a rope and knife and then it all went black with just a second of hearing you heard a deep male voice say "we got him let's head back now".

Your head beated with a painful headache as you awoken from your 'beauty' nap, the feeling of a rugged and tight rope around your arms, legs and torso was uncomfortable, and your bottom ached with discomfort from the old hard wooden chain you were sitting on. Thankfully there was a small dim of light above you that made adjusting your eyes to it easy, as your eyes adjusted you saw a tall woman silhouette leaning against the grey cold brick wall.

You could make out a freshly lit cigarette in between her index and middle finger, while some smoke flowed out her mouth as she took puffs of it slowly, eyeing you up and down in a cold way, you couldn't see her face or what she was wearing that was until she noticed you awake.

The new sound of her black shoes clacking on the cold cement floor showed she was walking towards you her long hair flowed with her movements, then she came into the light, her facial feature sharp and cold, she was wearing a black expensive suit, her eyes roamed around your body before stopping at your face. Soon she spoke up her voice not having any hint of emotion in it.

"I think you know why your here...we need that money you owe us or it'll be worse for your grandma if you know what I mean."

The woman's name was Inori, the largest Yakuza's group leader, she was a cold and empty woman, not having time for love and only brutality, Inori spun the cigarette around her fingers so it was facing you, then she pressed the cigarette on your left arm, giving you a cigarette burn, damn.. that hurt and would leave a scar, soon Inori spoke up again her voice just as cold as last time.

"We've been following your whereabouts and how you think you can escape what you owe us but that's not gonna happen..so wheres the money?"