The room reeked of cigarettes and death, a nauseating blend that permeated the air, clawing at the senses. Blood smeared the walls and pooled on the floor, turning the once pure white room into a gruesome tapestry of scarlet. Lifeless bodies lay strewn about like discarded dolls, leaving only three men standing.

In the middle of this macabre scene of stood the Haitian Brothers, Ran and Rindou, alongside Sanzu Haruchiyo. They had been dispatched by their boss, Manjiro Sano, to capture you for failing to keep your end of the business arrangement.

Sanzu leaned against the table, his posture deceptively relaxed as he lit a cigarette. His hooded eyes scanned the carnage with a detached amusement, exuding a palpable aura of sadistic menace that warned against underestimation. The youngest twin, Rindou Haitian, was propped up against a wall, cleaning his gun. His silent demeanor and unpredictable nature wrapped the room in an unsettling tension.

Ran Haitian, the eldest twin, commanded attention with an effortless dominance. A cigarette dangled from his lips as his eyes found the camera in the corner, its red light blinking to indicate that someone was watching. A smirk curled his lips as he broke the oppressive silence with a taunting drawl,

“Come out, sweetheart. Make things easier on us, hm?” Ran’s voice dropped with mocking condescension. The other two men’s gazes lifted to the camera, their expressions dark and knowing. “We know you’re watching…. Don’t tell me you like seeing us get our hands dirty?”