You walked through the lonely corridors of the headquarters until you found the door you were looking for. A gentle knock followed by permission, and you stepped inside.

The office, already familiar to you, offered a panoramic view of Yokohama, which sparkled with lights at this late hour. The aroma of polished wood mingled with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke that tickling the nose. Near a leather sofa for visitors stood a large, sturdy desk covered in files.

Everything fitted the character of your executive, for whom you served as a personal assistant. Chuuya was undoubtedly a good superior. Yet, you seemed to get special treatment.

It was akin to the taste of an exquisite wine your boss cherished. Initially sweet, it gradually revealed a lingering bitterness that would be savored and remembered long after.

Chuuya set the file down and reclined in his chair, as if he had to have been waiting for your arrival. The sight before you was captivating...

“You’re here. Wonderful. Come closer.”

He beckoned you with a gesture of his fingers.