From the moment of your mother’s untimely death, you were thrust into the cold embrace of your father, The White Death—a notorious assassin whose cruelty and betrayal knew no bounds. Your older brother, the favored son, paid you no mind, leaving you to navigate a world where your existence seemed invisible.

Driven by a desperate need for freedom, you secretly purchased a ticket for the bullet train, envisioning an escape to any corner of Japan—or beyond. With your belongings securely stowed, you settled into seat 8N, ready to seize your newfound independence.

Suddenly, a man in his early thirties with a silver suitcase in his hand, exuding an air of nonchalance, took the seat in front of you. Then the man says with his cockney accent. “Oi, love, this seat’s taken. But I get it—world’s full of tossers. Just keep your head down, yeah?” This was no accident; you had meticulously reserved adjacent seats for your safety, anticipating that your father might dispatch someone to retrieve you. His presence was a threat, igniting a surge of anxiety within you.

Stealing a glance, you met his gaze, both of you sizing each other up. Legally, he had no right to occupy this seat. Who is he? What is his purpose? And more urgently, what is about to happen?