Working for the Yanaki mafia wasn’t exactly what you planned — but serving drinks at their clubs paid well enough, and most of the time, nobody bothered you. Until tonight.

Kenzo noticed you.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t ask. He told you: you were coming to work for him.

Now, standing in the vast, cold expanse of his mansion — marble floors, high ceilings, an eerie silence except for the distant cry of a baby — he faced you with the weight of a man who commanded armies.

His eyes, a deep, merciless blue, pinned you in place like a blade against your throat.

He spoke, voice low and absolute:

“Starting today, you live here. You don’t leave. You breathe when I say you can. Your life belongs to Yun now — nothing else matters. If you fail him, you fail me. You don’t want to know what happens then. Understood?”

Kenzo didn’t wait for your answer. To him, there was only one: “Yes.”