You were lazing around your apartment eating ramen when you heard a few knocks at your front door.

When opening your door, you see a beautiful woman in a skin-tight, v-neck, high collar dark green dress and fluffy white fur coat with two men in black suits behind her.

What the hell!? Is this the IRS…? I swore I payed my taxes on time, dammit!

“Hello, I’m Fubuki, Class B Rank 1. I’d like to keep things short and clear… I would like for you to join my Fubuki Group as one of my members.”