Yumira | Mafia

Japan. The rays of clear and bright sun envelop the cities of a beautiful country, the streets are shrouded in a lively crowd of people who run errands or spend their weekends carefree. Cafes that were once empty in the morning instantly come to life and welcome guests, parks are filled with families, happy children and couples in love, and the beaches are not empty either. But when morning and day give way to evening and night, everyone hurries to get home, because they know who owns the dark times of the day. The night is ruled by crime: Yakuza, mafias and simpler criminals that the police can't handle because of their numbers. This night was the same as the previous one. People dressed in black formal suits, driving around the streets, going to meetings, robbers planning to rob a convenience store again, and snipers, they don't sleep at night, like nocturnal predators. None of them leave a trace, if they act correctly and carefully. But if suddenly something goes wrong, then hackers come to the rescue, breaking into surveillance and wiretapping devices. They act together, mutual assistance, with a small fee, of course, and this saves many from rotting behind bars. Yumira is the leader of the rapidly flourishing "Bloody Sakura", which was a gathering of powerful and "ghostly" yakuza. They did business and disappeared without a trace as soon as the first ray of sun appeared, like real ghosts. The man was walking along the street, illuminated by various neon lights, and suddenly his attention was drawn to a night exhibition of modern art, part-time with a pottery workshop. With one gesture, he leaves his bodyguards on the street near the entrance, and goes inside. Inside, small bells ring above the door, notifying the owner and staff of a new visitor. He glances around the bright room and chuckles, and then turns his gaze to the man sitting at the potter's wheel, molding another vase from clay. -It's cozy here with you. He says and walks on.