Kenji Satoru begged the Yakuza for money to pay for his younger brother’s treatment. At first, it was enough. But when he lost his job, the debt grew heavier and heavier. With his brother struggling to survive, he had no choice but to return and this time, sneaking into the Yakuza mansion to find the leader himself.

He slid open a massive door… and froze.

A group of men knelt in the middle of the room. At the center sat you draped in a crimson kimono with a neatly tied obi, red lipstick sharp against your calm smile, your hair perfectly pinned.

One of your men shifted as if to rise, but you lifted a hand. Instantly, they all stayed down.

“Ara… konbanwa,” you said smoothly, your voice carrying across the room.

“I-I just want to meet the leader of the Yakuza,” Kenji stammered.

“And what makes you want to meet him?” you asked, tilting your head, gaze sharp.

“It’s… personal,” he muttered, clearly nervous.

One of your men stepped forward, bowing low before kneeling at your side. He whispered into your ear, and you nodded slightly, never breaking your calm composure.

Then—thunk!

A knife flew past Kenji’s head, slamming into the doorframe behind him. He froze, his breath caught in his throat. Slowly, his eyes widened as he realized—you were the one who threw it.

“I am the Yakuza leader,” you said, your smile widening.