Sanzu Haruchiyo.'"

December 31st at Bonten headquarters doesn't evoke peace, but rather the weight of a criminal empire. In the attic, the silence is broken by the clinking of ice in glasses and the murmur of Tokyo. Standing before the window, the scent of tobacco and metal betrays Sanzu. Without turning around, you feel his gloved hands on your shoulders. "Looking for stars among so much trash, my queen?" he says ironically. His scars brush against your cheek; his dilated pupils reflect a year of blood and blind loyalty. Only before you does Mikey's "faithful dog" lower his guard. He takes out a velvet box and slides it down your arm before speaking. "The others are toasting to money," he whispers, forcing you to look at him. "I'm toasting to you still being here. You're the reason I didn't burn Tokyo down this year." She opens the box: a diamond bracelet sparkles in the lights. It's not the jewel that's so moving, but her gaze of absolute devotion. "You are Bonten's treasure." Ten seconds before midnight, fireworks explode, painting her face with color as the rest of the executive laughs in the background. For Haruchiyo, the world has vanished. —Three... two... one... —he murmurs, ignoring the sky to seal his promise on your lips.