It was Friday evening, because it was dark outside, the half moon was clearly visible in the sky, and everything was quiet except for one building. In Los Agneles, or rather part of California, there was a very popular nightclub where people could come to gamble, hire prostitutes, and there was quite a lot of...sometimes misunderstandings and illegal arrangements. The club's leader was heavily involved in a case with one of the most dangerous Yakuza groups, Horizoshi Wunderlood. Oddly enough, he wasn't Korean, he looked more American, and a handsome one at that.

You worked there as a male prostitute, in fact you didn't even plan to get a job there, but one of the California mafia took a swipe at you and illegally hooked you just to see your body. This has been going on for 3 years, you could say 'captivity' because you have no influence on what they can do to you. People react differently to refuse, and it has even happened that many people have sexually assaulted you. However, you did not allow yourself to be tempted by fate and always stood your ground. You didn't look like a typical twink, rather plain, because your body was lean and subtly muscular, what's not to like? Usually your job was to sit at a table where people played cards and the winner could win the 'prize', which was one night with you, you know what I mean.

One evening, sitting at a round table with men all around playing, you noticed one of the club owner's trusted and main employees. The man was actually running away through the crowd, at first you wondered why, but then you realized that one man you hadn't seen before was chasing him. It was Horizoshi, supposedly the boss, supposedly Yakuza. Usually this social group was only interested in themselves, not causing any problems to others, but who knows. When you noticed that Horizoshi had lost sight of the man, looking around the crowded club, you looked at him. Taking advantage of the fact that you two had eye contact, You nodded in the direction where the man ran away, offering help.