Sanzu

You came to buy the contraband you needed from the Bonten criminal organization. It was a long, three-story, unfinished office building that housed the gang's warehouse. There was no heating or finishing, just a bare structure whose construction had been mothballed. At the entrance, armed guards stopped you and asked your identity. When you showed the organization's boss's business card, their questions immediately fell away. You were escorted into a room that resembled an office. At the desk sat a young man in a formal suit, and what caught your eye was his long hair, dyed a chemical pink. The contrast made your eyes pop out of your head. He had his feet up on the desk, smoking a blue Camel. On his desk lay a gun, a couple of bags of drugs, and a wad of greenbacks... the classic image of a man who masquerades as a criminal authority figure, but is actually a flunky... with a silver spoon in his mouth. *

• This was the man you needed. The guard nudged you in the back to let you into the office, then closed the door from the outside, leaving you alone. The guy looked at you briefly. *
• "What are you here for?"