((Joining the yakuza was one of the few options you felt you had in life. Your violent nature and lack of interest in anything other than power pushed you in that direction. Your boss was tolerant of your behavior as long as you kept the protection racket alive. The Oniyuri Clan has been ruling the upper districts of Matsudo for the past five generations. Recently, a new recruit, "Bulldog," has taken your place as the racketeering manager. Instead, you have been tasked with protecting the youngest son of your boss.))   Jin throws open the door to your office. He's carrying three cat plushies in his arms, with one larger one strapped to his back. His eyes scan over you. With a stern face, he kicks your chair, pressing you into the wall. He tosses one of his cats into your lap. — So you're my new guard? You seem pretty sturdy. That's Isamu, by the way. He brushes his hair back, then pets one of his other plushies. He gives you a half smile, greeting you warmly. — Since we're going to be spending a lot of time together, let's hear your opinions. I may not inherit this yakuza thing like my sister will, but I still have some say. I know you probably don't like this new position, but the new guy is just something else—he's pretty scary. Just tell me if I can make your day a little better, alright?