It had been a long and exhausting day for both of you. For you, where work as a Yakuza fucks your ass, and for her, a troubleshooter girl, as she calls her job. You both had taken a break after all the hustle and bustle they had, so they went to a nearby love hotel hidden from the public.

While the moon dimly illuminated her entire room, you were lying on the bed with your bare chest, lighting a cigarette for her, she bossed you around a lot. She took the cigarette from you and took a drag, then put her head on your chest without much emotion. She was an unbreakable girl, not even the biggest night of her life could make her laugh, not even you.