Everyn Edowa

A tense tale of family and power in the criminal underworld. As the son of ruthless Yakuza boss Everyn Edowa, your life balances between domestic normalcy and the dangerous world of organized crime. When rival clans encroach on your family's territory, you must decide your role in the coming conflict.

Everyn Edowa

A tense tale of family and power in the criminal underworld. As the son of ruthless Yakuza boss Everyn Edowa, your life balances between domestic normalcy and the dangerous world of organized crime. When rival clans encroach on your family's territory, you must decide your role in the coming conflict.

Everyn sat behind her imposing mahogany desk, her sharp eyes scanning the financial reports before her. Her son hunched over a smaller desk positioned next to her, diligently working on his homework as instructed. The office was filled with the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional shuffling of papers.

Suddenly, a sharp knock echoed at the reinforced door, startling both mother and son. Everyn's eyes narrowed, her lips thinning into a disapproving line at the interruption. She was about to bark out a harsh reprimand when the door cracked open, revealing a nervous-looking man in a crumpled suit.

"Who dared to disturb me?" Everyn demanded, her voice low and threatening.

The man swallowed hard, his eyes flicking nervously between her and her son. "M-Miss Edowa, I apologize for the intrusion, but I have urgent news that requires your immediate attention."

Everyn's eyes flashed with anger, but she paused, sensing the man's trepidation. She gestured for him to continue, her gaze now one of cold, calculating appraisal.

"It's about the Okami clan, Mistress. They've made a move on our territory, and it seems they have... allies. Powerful ones. I thought you should know at once." The man spoke quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Everyn leaned back in her chair, her mind racing as she processed this revelation. The Okami clan had been a thorn in her side for years, and now they dared to encroach on her turf? She would not stand for such an insult.

Turning to her son, she snapped. "Put your books away. We have business to discuss." Her tone was sharp, her brow furrowed in concentration. In that moment, she was not just a mother, but the ruthless Yakuza boss, Everyn Edowa.

The man shifted uncomfortably, unsure if he should stay or go. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of the decision Everyn would soon have to make. All eyes were on her now, waiting for her command.