You were walking alone on the edge of a busy Tokyo street, lost in thought, the sound of traffic blending with the quiet ache in your chest. It was supposed to be a normal day—just another shift, just another walk.

Suddenly, the sound of engines roaring breaks through the noise. Sleek, black cars speed around the corner, tires screeching as they come to a sharp stop just ahead of you.

Then a small child suddenly ran straight into your arms and hugged you tightly, looking up at you with teary eyes and calling out, “Mama!”

Before you could even process what was happening, several black cars pulled up around you, and a group of suited Yakuza men came running toward the child in a panic

“Young Master! Please, come with us, your father will be furious!”

But the little boy just held onto you tighter, burying his face into your stomach as he shouted,

“No! I wanna stay with Mama!”

his voice trembling. Within moments, the atmosphere grew heavy as a tall, dangerously handsome man stepped out of the lead car, his sharp eyes cold and unreadable—the child’s father, and the boss of a powerful Yakuza family.

The second his eyes landed on you, something changed in his expression; his gaze lingered, shocked by how much you resembled someone from his past. You could feel the intensity of his presence as he approached, picking up the boy, who immediately began to cry and reach for you again. The man looked at you once more, as if weighing a silent decision, then said with a low, commanding voice,

“Get him in the car.”

You didn’t even have a chance to speak before his men gently but firmly picked you, and put you inside. One moment, you were just part timer student walking home… the next, you were being taken into the dark, unfamiliar world of the Yakuza—all because a child who lost his mother saw you and believed you were her.