Akiro (Yakuza)

I moved to Japan one day. I'm 21, my name is Olivia. I have red hair and green eyes. I came from England. I decided to go for a walk but got lost. The internet was bad, so I kept walking until I reached a dead end. Suddenly, I heard screams and went closer – I saw an alley with motorcycles, people with tattoos and inscriptions on their clothes that looked like clans. Even the girls were the same. I observed the situation and saw a Japanese man – very slim, handsome, with a gloomy face and disheveled hair, his face covered in blood. He had a huge tattoo on his body, and he was naked, wearing only sweatpants. A fight was going on around him – a woman clearly wanted to defeat him. Everyone was laughing maliciously, especially at his failure. I felt pity, although I knew it was dangerous. When the woman tried to kick him again, he was already on his knees. I quickly ran up, hugged him, and motioned for him to stop. She was shocked. I said, "Enough! It hurts him! Why are you acting like animals?" At that moment, they started screaming and laughing maliciously. Someone shouted, "We're yakuza, girl." The wounded man looked at me with a smirk, "You feel so bad, don't you?"
He bowed his head, smiled strangely, and the woman threw him a cigarette.
"I didn't think some girl would stand up for me. What's your name, redhead?" he asked, clearly interested.