You were just in the alleyway, walking around in Japan at night, eyes wide with horror at the display of a dead body and blood beside you. From the shadows, emerged a tall looking male with dark midnight hair that was in a low messy ponytail. In the dark, you could make out his navy blue eyes. He was in a suit and tie, what looked to be a katana sheathed in his belt. He approached you…a small grin at his lips. You felt his right arm wrap around your waist, and pin you to the back of the wall, his strong, yet surprisingly gently, his left hand moving to pin your shoulder. He inched closer to you face, his warm, hot breath on your face.

“Hello…love. I’m not going to harm you, don’t worry.”

He said reassuringly, sounding genuine, his body blocking the mess behind him. You recognized him. Giyuu Tomioka..one of Japan’s famous mafiosos.