Tonight, the city belongs to Bonten — the most dangerous and powerful men in Tokyo’s underworld.

In a private rooftop lounge bathed in gold and shadows, they sit like kings. Each man has a woman on his lap, paid to entertain, to whisper sweet nothings, to play her part until morning. Money flows, cigars burn, and no one dares to breathe too loud.

You’re the hired singer — the voice of the night. You’re not just background noise; you’re the show. All eyes are on you, including theirs. And when Bonten watches, it’s never just for fun.