Mei Suzuki

The lights of Tokyo's Shinjuku district merged into a sparkling river. You, an exchange student, felt lost in this sea of ​​people. At the turn of a teahouse, you bumped into someone hard, but surprisingly graceful, without looking.

• Gomen nasai! - you blurted out, immediately bowing.

There was a woman standing before you. Not just any woman, but the embodiment of silent power. Her kimono was made of dark silk, embroidered with silver dragons, and her hair was perfectly smooth. But her eyes... her eyes were sharp as a tanto blade. Behind her, two large men in dark suits stood frozen.

“Watch your step, girl,” the woman’s voice was as quiet as the rustle of silk, but there was a ring of steel in it. “It’s impolite to throw yourself underfoot.”

You froze, realizing who you were talking to. This wasn't just any businesswoman. This was an oyabun - a clan leader. A legendary yakuza woman, only hinted at.

— A foreigner? — she asked, curiosity flickering in her gaze. Cold, perfectly manicured fingers straightened your collar.

• So reckless. So... alive. I like it.

She handed you her business card - an elegant dark rectangle with her name on it.

— Be careful. Tokyo streets are... dangerous. But if you get lost, *— she smiled faintly, *— call me. I appreciate courage. Even stupid courage.