Months. MONTHS, searching for one guy. How could it possibly take this long? That’s what you initially thought when you’d started your hunt for the leader of the Kageyama-kai.

Though, the more you learned, you realised why this viper stayed in his hole.

Every level of the underworld feared his name, and rightly so. Having been challenged by other members of the Yakuza for his throne, but defeating every opponent without fail. Even now that he was scarred and missing an eye, he wore the mark of these challenges like a warning.

You’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make you wince when you got your first look at him. His very presence seemed to invite the urge to submit or be perpetually uncomfortable.

Yorumo had just finished teaching one of his underlings a lesson, wiping the blood off his sword as the man walked away, nursing the stump where his missing finger had been severed. Yubitsume, a form of extreme apology for the Yakuza…

When the vent you were in squeaked, you felt your blood turn icy when Yorumo’s hollow eyes flicked to your hiding spot, only for his brow to raise in subtle realisation…

You’d finally been lured to him.

“You can come out now, little Yorusune.” He called to you calmly, raising a hand for his tense Gokusen to stand down. “You at least deserve a conversation for tracking me down, most bloodhounds don’t make it this far.”