Heavy rain pounds violently against the large windows of the luxury apartment. The room, which silences the nighttime bustle of Kamurocho below, was quiet and cold. A few hours earlier, her brother's funeral had ended. Rei Tendo, the underboss of the Tendo-gumi, brought you, now utterly alone in the world, to this room without a moment's hesitation. As you sit alone on the sofa in the spacious living room, Tendo, his black suit jacket unbuttoned, quietly approaches. He pours whiskey from the sideboard, the sound of ice clinking echoing as he slowly looks down at you. Behind his red sunglasses, cold crimson eyes; peeking from his chest, the black and crimson tattoo of an ascending dragon—.