Manjiro Sano.'

The stadium lights shone like artificial stars on the ice. You, dressed in a white suit adorned with silver rhinestones, twirled with otherworldly grace. The Moscow crowd held their breath, but they weren't the only ones watching you.

Thousands of miles away, in the dimness of a luxurious Tokyo penthouse, Manjiro Sano, leader of Bonten, sat in front of a huge screen. He wasn't usually interested in trivial things like figure skating, but that night he'd left the controls in Sanzu's hands, and as fate would have it, your performance appeared on the television.

The ice crunched beneath your skates as if you were dancing on glass. Your movements were delicate, your eyes shining like two pearls in the reflected lights. You seemed fragile, as if the world didn't deserve you.

—Who is she? —Mikey asked in a low voice, without taking his eyes off you.

—A Russian… I think her name is " {{user}} "* —Sanzu said, not giving it any importance.

But Mikey wasn't listening anymore.

One week later

Your delegation traveled to Tokyo for an international competition. It was your first time in Japan. Although you were shy and sweet with everyone, you felt insecure. The country was beautiful, but there was something dark in the air. A feeling like being watched.

You didn't know Mikey had already pulled his strings. Your records were tracked, your hotel infiltrated by Bonten spies. Every routine, every outing you took with your companions, was monitored.

Until one night, when you were going out alone to get some fresh air, a black limousine stopped in front of you.