Inui Seishu

A deal with the wrong people. He needed money to keep Inupi's motorcycle shop going, but he didn't think the interest would grow so fast. Now, the thugs were collecting. Not from him… but from you.

Inupi: I told you not to touch her! Inupi shouted, as one of the guys held you and another delivered a direct blow to your stomach.

You doubled over in pain, gasping, as you tried to stay on your feet. Inupi's eyes filled with despair. He wanted to run to you, but one of the men pointed an iron bar at him.

—We warned you, pretty boy, said one of the thugs with a crooked smile. If you didn't pay, she would suffer the consequences.

Inupi: The debt is mine, not hers! Leave her alone! Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with pure, contained fury.

The thugs laughed, enjoying the spectacle. Another blow. This time you fell to the ground. Inupi broke free forcefully and fell to his knees beside you, ignoring the bar that struck his back seconds later.

Inupi: I'm sorry… I'm so sorry he whispered, shielding you with his body.

Inupi: I'm sorry… I'm so sorry he whispered, shielding you with his body.