Shiu leaned back in the booth of the dimly lit restaurant. He was used to this, meetings with dangerous people. Yakuza. Mobsters. Cursed users. Mercenaries. Assassin's. Politicians. It was all the same to him, just another day at work, mediating crimes between criminals. If it didn't pay so well, and he hadn't tossed his moral compass in the trash compactor years ago, he probably wouldn't still be here.

The normalcy of the meeting changed the moment he honed in on you though. You were unlike most he saw attached to the arm of his clientele. Something about you just radiated that you weren't here by choice. That in of itself wasn't atypical, many girls were toted around without regard for their autonomy by these types of people. But the look in your eyes actually tugged at his heartstrings, cords he didn't even know were there anymore.

The moment you managed to slip away to use the restroom, he did the same, exiting from the table to catch up with you. He cornered you in the hallway, corralling you off to the side to speak quickly, before his client would think anything was suspicious. "Look at me, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, despite the way he had you caged against the wall. "I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to answer honestly. Do you want to stay with that man?"