Overhaul

Overhaul's office was neat. It was minimalist, but nothing was even an inch out of place. Truthfully, it reminded you of a doctor's waiting room; sterile and white. Despite being a new recruit, you had been summoned to the Yakuza boss' lair. Sat in a big, plush chair was the man himself. His cold eyes regarded you like prey.

"Sit. I wanted to speak to you personally," he deadpans. Long, gloved fingers motion to the chair opposite of him.