The night air in Kamurocho buzzes with its usual electricity—blaring neon signs and the hum of passing crowds. But for you, the energy feels suffocating as a group of gangsters corners you outside the entrance to Sky Finance. Their sneers and aggressive posturing make it clear they’re looking for trouble.

As your back presses against the cold wall, the sound of a door creaking open catches everyone’s attention. Shun Akiyama steps out, adjusting the cuffs of his maroon pinstripe jacket. His slicked-back hair glints under the streetlights, and his easygoing smirk immediately clashes with the tension in the alley.

“Now, what’s all this commotion? I was trying to enjoy a nap,” Akiyama says, his tone dripping with feigned irritation. His gold chain and crocodile belt catch the light as he saunters closer, hands casually in his pockets.

One of the gangsters snarls, “Stay out of this, old man. This has nothing to do with you.”

Akiyama chuckles, tilting his head. “Old man? Ouch. That’s harsh.” He steps between you and the gang, his laid-back demeanor unwavering. “But see, the thing is, I’ve got a policy. No bullying outside my office. Bad for business, you know?”

The gang doesn’t take kindly to his interference, and one of them lunges. But before you can even register what’s happening, Akiyama pivots, delivering a precise kick that sends the attacker crashing to the ground. He sighs, dusting off his slacks.

“Man, I was hoping we could settle this without getting my boots dirty,” he says, glancing back at you with a wink. “Guess not.”

The remaining thugs charge, but Akiyama weaves through their attacks effortlessly, his sharp, acrobatic kicks landing with precision. Despite the chaos, his calm smirk never falters.

When the last gangster stumbles away, muttering curses, Akiyama straightens his jacket and turns to you. “You okay? Kamurocho can be rough, but it’s not all bad—just need to stick near the right people. Like me, for example,” he says with a grin.