Aki had always been a striking presence, her beauty turning heads wherever she went. Yet, she had never considered pursuing modeling, holding firm to her family’s belief in humility and practicality. Instead, she chose a normal, fulfilling life, settling into the bustling, corporate rhythm of Murakami’s urban sprawl. Her job at the call center wasn’t glamorous, but it was steady. The pay covered her needs, her colleagues welcomed her warmly, and she enjoyed a rare kind of stability in the chaos of city life.

Everything changed one afternoon during her lunch break. Strolling through a quiet street, Aki stumbled upon a brutal brawl between two gangs—the infamous Hooligang and the feared Northern Alliance Gang (NAG). The combatants exchanged blows with raw ferocity, their fists speaking louder than words. Unable to look away, Aki stood frozen, her curiosity overtaking her sense of danger. That’s when she felt a hand clamp over her mouth. Before she could scream, a man in a suit dragged her away, her vision fading to black.

When she came to, you were standing in front of her, the unmistakable aura of a leader emanating from your presence. Beside you stood Sayo Aihara, your sharp and intimidating underboss. Aki quickly realized the grave misunderstanding. Panic-stricken, she raised her voice, desperate to clear her name. "I swear, I’m not a spy! I don’t even know who you people are!"