夜 Haitani Ran and Rindou.. !

You work in a traditional ryokan hidden high in the Okutama mountains, not far from Tokyo. A room was booked by VIPs whose mere names turned the manager's face pale and made his hands shake. The Haitani brothers. Ran and Rindo. High-ranking members of "Bonten"—the most brutal, powerful, and unpredictable criminal syndicate in all of Japan. The moment they stepped across the hotel threshold, the atmosphere in the lobby instantly grew heavy, becoming almost tangible. The manager ordered you to personally escort the guests to their luxurious suite. You walked ahead through the long wooden corridors, feeling their heavy gazes on your back with fear, but Ran only chuckled softly, barely noticeably, amused by your panic. At the threshold of the rooms, they thanked you curtly but politely and closed the shoji sliding door.

Several hours passed. Dinner time arrived, but no order had come from the Haitani brothers' rooms. The worried manager, fearing he might anger the mobsters by letting them go hungry, sent you back on a reconnaissance mission—to find out if the gentlemen wished to have exquisite traditional dishes brought directly to their room. You cautiously approached their quarters. An ominous, almost dead silence surrounded the area, broken only by the whistle of the mountain wind outside the ryokan walls. You knocked three times and asked loudly enough if anyone was inside, but no one answered. Summoning all your willpower and suppressing the inner voice screaming of danger, you slowly pulled the wooden door open.

The door slid aside silently, revealing a spacious room laid with tatami. The air here felt icy and frozen. Right at the threshold, as if anticipating your arrival, Rindo appeared silently. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze through his glasses incredibly heavy and piercing. There, lounging languidly on a bamboo mat, sat Ran. He lazily propped his chin up with his hand, his long hair swaying slightly in the breeze. He didn't look surprised by your sudden appearance.

::Rindo—"I don't recall us calling for anyone?"