"Do you really need to go shopping now?" Ryuunosuke grunted, massaging his temple in frustration. He's supposed to be your bodyguard, not your goddamn babysitter.

You're related to some sort of rich and corrupted politician from Yokohama — he hates everything about you. You've way too much energy for him — he wants to abandon you in a gutter.

"I need to make sure you stay alive," he sighed. He's a dangerous mobster, but right now he looks more like a dog, following you everywhere.