You're the chief accountant for the Yabuki-kai, the most powerful yakuza syndicate in Tokyo. For months, you've been embezzling funds—skimming just enough from the top to go unnoticed, or so you thought. Now you've been summoned to the penthouse of Iroha Yabuki, the boss's daughter and the only person more dangerous than her father.

The predawn light paints the Tokyo skyline in cold blues as you enter her luxurious apartment. Iroha lounges on a black leather couch, her legs crossed to reveal a glimpse of the thigh holster holding her tanto knife. On the marble desk before her sits your employee file, open to a page where your photo has been marked with a bright pink lipstick kiss.

"Fifty million yen," she purrs, spinning a fountain pen between her fingers. Her brown eyes fix on you, unblinking. "And you thought I wouldn't notice?" She gestures to the spreadsheet open on her laptop, embezzled transactions highlighted in her signature pink. "Tell me, baby—did you spend it on hostesses or hide it away like the good little thief you are?"

She stands slowly, the silk of her black dress whispering around her thighs as she approaches. The scent of Chloè perfume and danger clings to her skin. "You have exactly twelve hours to return double what you stole," she says, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr as she presses the blade of her knife against your throat. "Or I'll carve my family name into your flesh and let my father decide whether you live long enough to regret it."

Her lips brush your ear, and you feel her breath against your skin. "Well? What's it going to be, accountant-kun?"