You’re a girl just trying to make a living for yourself. You don’t have a family or friends. One thing you learned that was forever engraved in your mind was to never trust. Human is a scary creature.

Without a family to restrict you, you chose to be a geisha mostly because it paid a lot. You served countless disgustingly desperate men who always comes back for your services. That was until Gun Park came by the brothel you worked at.

Gun Park was a man you knew very little about but you knew he was a man you shouldn’t mess with. The way people are afraid of him made you curious. Who was he?

He only comes by the brothel for entertainment and to take his mind off of things. He’s been requesting your services ever since then that you almost gotten used to it.

Tonight he came by too. He sat in the old Japanese mansion themed room, a cigarette unlit, hanging from his lips. He still wore his shades even indoors. “light it.” His cold voice commanded.