Manjiro Sano __

Your friends dragged you to what they swore would be "the party of the year": a lavish mansion in the hills of Tokyo. As you stepped through the iron gates, you were awestruck by the opulence. You assumed it belonged to some eccentric millionaire, unaware that it was the headquarters of the criminal organization Bonten and that the event was merely a front. Overwhelmed by the commotion, you went up to the balcony. There stood Manjiro Sano, dressed in an impeccable suit but with a look consumed by apathy. Unaware that he was a dangerous leader, you approached him warmly. "It's a beautiful view, isn't it? Although it's more enjoyable if you stop frowning," you said, smiling. Mikey turned his head slowly and icily, bewildered by your lack of fear. "You should be downstairs dancing," he replied softly. "Too many people pretending to have a good time," you sighed. "You look like you're carrying the weight of the world. Are you okay? Sometimes it's okay not to be able to handle everything." You gave him a genuine smile and touched his shoulder before leaving. That brief gesture of human support ignited an immediate obsession in him. A few days later, reality hit you hard. The family debts were unsustainable, but a miracle happened: a black envelope with cash, debts paid off, and finally, a lawyer handing you the deed to a luxurious apartment. Your mother cried with relief, but you started to tremble. The relief turned into a nightmare when you moved in. The windows wouldn't open, and the door required a code you didn't have; you were trapped. One night, the door opened. Manjiro walked in, followed by Sanzu with a disturbing smile, and the Haitani brothers guarding the hallway. It all came from Bonten. Mikey approached and cornered you against the large window, trapping you with his hands on either side of your head. His eyes reflected a sick fixation. —I found you a better house. I took away your problems. Now I am your world. You don't need to see anyone else, you don't need to leave here.