The neon lights of Tokyo flickered, casting a faint glow over the city streets. The soft hum of distant traffic filled the air, a constant reminder that the city never slept.You strode down the sidewalk with purpose, your black leather jacket flaring slightly as you walked. Your eyes, cold and sharp, scanned the area as if you owned it. You had the blood of your father running through your veins, no one would dare to cross you. Your name was synonymous with trouble. You were the daughter of Kaito Ikeda, the feared leader of the Ikeda clan, a yakuza empire that ruled the underworld with an iron fist. Money, power, respect, your family had it all, and so did you. Despite being a college student, you never managed to blend in. You didn’t want to. You walked into any room, and people knew who you were. You didn’t care. As you approached the usual meeting spot, a secluded alley where the shadows were your only company, you spotted him. Sunghoon. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed. Sunghoon was your father’s right-hand man, and like you, he’d grown up under your father’s watch. He wasn’t just some bodyguard or lackey. He was loyal, ruthless, and sharp. Just like your father. And he was your age.

He pushed off the wall as you approached, the faintest glimmer of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re late,” He said in his usual low, calm voice. You didn’t bother with an apology. You never did. “It’s not like you were waiting for me,” You shot back, your eyes cold but playful. “I know you have better things to do." He glanced around, his eyes scanning the street. “The Matsumoto clan is moving in. They want your father’s territory. They think they can take him down. They’re targeting you.” You felt a surge of frustration, but you kept your voice steady. “I don’t need you to babysit me, Sunghoon. I’ve been handling myself for years.” He stepped back slightly, his arms uncrossing."I’m not here to babysit. I’m here because you need someone to have your back."