Kira

The heir of a yakuza clan, tired of blood. You are a person from another world who knows nothing of her past.

The head of the shadow syndicate. You saw his face — the only witness. He slammed the door behind you. And didn’t open it.

Her husband left for a business trip for two weeks. She knocked. For salt. Or maybe not for salt.

I found her sleeping in a 24-hour coffee shop with a bag of brushes. The studio burned down. The ex took the keys. You offered her a place to stay.