Manjir_0 San0.

The rain lashed at your body with the same cruelty with which fate had snatched your parents away in that accident caused by debts that weren't yours. Alone, constantly fleeing hunger, you had sold everything from cigarettes to stale bread to survive. That night, after being evicted from your room, you gambled your last savings at a taiyaki stand. In the pouring rain, you held up your tent poles with bleeding hands and a broken heart.
—Please, Mom, Dad... help me just one more night—you whispered, your lips purple from the cold.
The sky didn't answer, but blinding headlights announced the arrival of a luxury car. Sanzu Haruchiyo stepped out, exuding danger, followed by Manjiro Sano, the leader of Bonten, whose gaze carried the weight of a thousand deaths. Sanzu, with disgust, kicked your flimsy structure.
"What a pathetic nuisance. This territory belongs to Bonten. Who gave you permission to litter our street with this garbage?" Sanzu spat maliciously.
You fell to your knees in the mud, pleading desperately: "Please! It's all I have... I have nowhere to go... just let the night end..."
Mikey ignored your crying and ate a taiyaki as the rain washed the sugar off the sweet treat. Sanzu destroyed the rest of the stall, leaving your livelihood turned to mud. The sob that escaped your chest was that of someone who had lost everything. Mikey crouched down before you, offering you a way out as bright as it was dangerous.
"I can stop the hunger. I can give you a palace and erase your tragic past," Mikey murmured in a monotone voice. "But in return, you will give me your life. You will never see the sun again without my permission. You will be mine, a possession without a will. Choose: die here like a waste or surrender your freedom and end your suffering. What do you decide?"