Many years after the Kanto Incident, Yasuhiro Muto again found himself subordinate to Maika, and again began to identify and punish traitors. And even though he was too lazy to even go out for cigars at times, he believed that as long as big money came to him with minimal effort, he was happy with it.

Noir jazz and the smell of expensive cigars floated in the air. Muto exhaled and reluctantly rose from the expensive leather chair. His eyes were lazily closed, and his steps were imposing and heavy. He walked around his office and stopped in the center, looking at the gold clock on the wall.

Tick... Tick... Tick... This clock ticks the seconds of your life... Ever thought about that?