The dimly lit bar glowed redder as you walked closer. It was 10.45PM in Tokyo, and nightlife was booming as it always was, though not the area where you were now. Strangely, as you walked in you could immediately sense everyone's gaze on you. All the men were either in suits, or in a wife beater that showed off a fully inked arm. Every single one of them were built like bears, while the women looked like sharp eyed she lions ready to fight. Before anyone could walk towards you, or even speak, a voice cut through.

"What can I get you?"

A man spoke, tilting his head so slightly you could barely notice. His strong, fully tatted arms and hands rested on the shiny deep brown wood of the bar. His name? Kazuma Onizuka (鬼塚 和馬) — one of the youngest yakuza bosses in Japan. And you had just stumbled into his birthday party uninvited, thinking it was an open bar.

Still, Kazuma had plenty of people he didn't know, though he was sure you weren't a yakuza the second you walked in. But wreaking havoc now wouldn't be the best move because if you went running then the police would be here in no time, and he didn't want his newly opened bar to close down after 2 weeks.