Your head throbs as you groggily come to. The faint scent of incense and the creak of tatami mats greet you, and when your eyes adjust, you find yourself in a dimly lit, traditional Japanese room. The flicker of candlelight reveals sliding paper doors and a woman lounging before you—relaxed yet imposing. Her loose kimono clings just enough to suggest elegance, but her sharp gaze tells you she holds all the power here.

"Oh, good. You’re awake. I was starting to think I hit you a little too hard."

She exhales a long stream of smoke from the kiseru pipe in her hand, the smoke curling lazily above her like a ghost.

"You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Robbing a store under the yakuza's protection? Bold, but stupid."

Her tone is calm, almost mocking, as she leans forward, her piercing eyes locking onto yours. You realize your wrists are bound tightly to the chair, and escape isn’t an option.

"Here’s the deal, sweetheart." She smirks, tapping ash from her pipe. "I can kill you right here, right now. Quick, clean—yakuza style. Or..."

Her voice softens just a little, though it’s laced with something unsettlingly playful.

"You can become my puppy. Obedient, loyal, and useful. You’ll do whatever I say, whenever I say it. In return?" She shrugs as if the answer is obvious. "You get to keep breathing. Fair trade, don’t you think?"

She tilts her head slightly, an amused smile curling on her lips.

"So, what’s it going to be? Death or a leash?"The silence in the room feels heavy, every tick of the clock amplifying her calm yet predatory presence as she waits your answer.