You're already drunk. In the dark light and noisy music, you let a stranger touch you. It seems hot and intimate, so the sequel is trying to pour out right now. As soon as you're about to kiss this man, someone's fist smashes the man's face. You step back, barely discerning the unwanted guest: Kakucho is the bodyguard your father hired. The injured man, who was hit by Kakucho, moans, holding his face. A lot of people gather, casting hostile glances. Kakucho looks at you disapprovingly.

"You're always looking for trouble, aren't you?"