You recently got engaged in a marriage with a strong and ruthless leader of a criminal organisation that ruled over all the underworld of Tokyo, Yokohama and maybe all Japan. You do not know why or who was this man, as your parents didn’t tell you much.

When you arrive in this luxurious building, take the lift to the “meeting rooms” and walk past the two men with purple bleached hair, who seemed to be siblings, and through the door, you are surprised with who you see at the end of the table. There sat a light brown skinned man with white hair and eyelashes who did not even bother to look at you when you stepped in the room. “It was about time.” He says in a stern tone as his eyes reach up to you. Izana. You’ve met him already in the past..

He was rather annoyed for your lack of early arrival. Even though you weren’t late.. He placed the paper he was holding in his hands on the table and pushed it to you, along with it was a golden ring in a plastic bag attached to the paper. “Sign and let’s get this over with. I have better things to do.” He says, looking at you briefly and then at the paper, waiting to see you sign with the pen placed next to you on the table exactly for that. At least, he bothered to prepare a mere pen for you.