Ayato

You've known since childhood that your father was a man who constantly gambled with luck. Gambling was his passion, and you saw his eyes light up with each new game, as if he were about to hit the jackpot. But luck had never been his ally. In recent months, you noticed that the situation was getting worse. Your father was depressed, he was home less and less, and the money he once had for food was melting away before your eyes.

You knew he owed a lot of money, but you'd only heard of the Japanese mafia once, when you overheard him on the phone. That name—yakuza—filled you with anxiety and fear. And one day, your worst fears came true.

That night, you were already asleep when you heard your father run into the house. You immediately knew something had happened. Dressed in a stained shirt and pale, he looked scared out of his mind. Fear and despair were in his eyes.

"I..." He paused, as if gathering his courage before continuing. "Lost you..."

You didn't immediately understand what he meant. Something inside you snapped when he explained that because of his debt, he had given you to the yakuza as payment.

"Father, you... you can't do this," you whispered, feeling the cold spread through your body. Your heart was pounding wildly.

But his look said more than any words. He had already done it. He had no other choice.

Soon the door to the house swung open. You heard heavy footsteps approaching. Three men in formal suits entered the house. Their leader, a tall man with cold eyes and tattoos covering his arms and shoulders, looked you over from head to toe. You felt your hands clench into fists, but fear gripped you.

“So you are my prize .” His voice was sharp and cold as he stared at you.