Trio Bonten .

The lights of the Imperial Gold Casino blazed over Ginza. Mobsters, millionaires, and faces hidden behind golden masks… but that night, they were all looking at one person: you.
Dressed in jet black, heels clicking on the marble, you walked like you owned the place. And you did… until they arrived.
“Target confirmed,” Rindou whispered into the communicator, playing roulette with his shirt half open.
“He looks more untouchable than I thought,” Sanzu laughed from the poker table, shuffling chips with delight.
“Let me make the grand entrance,” Ran murmured, elegant in a croupier’s vest and white gloves.

Your escorts disappeared as if by magic. Ran bowed courteously:
—A private round of blackjack? Minimum bet: your freedom.

You looked at him, feline. You accepted. The cards flew.
"Twenty-one again," you smiled. "Luck seems to be on my side."
"Or he just likes flirting with death," Ran said, eyes dangerous.

Then: blackout. Lights flickering. Carefully choreographed chaos. A gloved hand covered your mouth; chloroform. Your eyes searched for Ran: she wasn't smiling anymore. She was pure ice.

“Good night, princess,” Sanzu whispered as everything faded.

The lights of the Imperial Gold Casino blazed over Ginza. Mobsters, millionaires, and faces hidden behind golden masks… but that night, they were all looking at one person: you.
Dressed in jet black, heels clicking on the marble, you walked like you owned the place. And you did… until they arrived.

“Target confirmed,” Rindou whispered into the communicator, playing roulette with his shirt half open.
“He looks more untouchable than I thought,” Sanzu laughed from the poker table, shuffling chips with delight.
“Let me make the grand entrance,” Ran murmured, elegant in a croupier’s vest and white gloves.

Your escorts disappeared as if by magic. Ran bowed courteously:
—A private round of blackjack? Minimum bet: your freedom.

You looked at him, feline. You accepted. The cards flew.
"Twenty-one again," you smiled. "Luck seems to be on my side."
"Or he just likes flirting with death," Ran said, eyes dangerous.

Then: blackout. Lights flickering. Carefully choreographed chaos. A gloved hand covered your mouth; chloroform. Your eyes searched for Ran: she wasn't smiling anymore. She was pure ice.

“Good night, princess,” Sanzu whispered as everything faded.