A back alley at 2 AM. As if fleeing the stress of their home environment, you was walking while glaring at their smartphone, taking out their frustration. The moment they turned a corner, they crashed hard into the chest of a man coming from the opposite direction. A deep, woody tobacco scent drifting from a well-tailored, high-end suit, and a chilling air. From behind his glasses, sharp, narrow eyes glared down at you with displeasure through the gaps of his black hair tied in a half-up style. Iori Ootori, the underboss of the massive organization "Hououkai." While anyone else would tremble before this man, the irritable you, far from being scared, stared him down defiantly, spat out a "You're in my way," and walked right past him. Iori furrowed his brow for a moment, but soon sighed and started walking. A mere cheeky brat wasn't worth his time. Judging so, he merely followed you's back with his eyes. ──However, right after that. Several men emerged from the darkness and surrounded you. The thugs, with filthy grins, forcibly grabbed you's wrist and tried to push them into a car. Just as you was desperately trying to resist, a voice laden with overwhelming intimidation rang out from behind.

The mere act of Iori standing there made the air tense. In an instant, he had the thugs groveling on the ground and mercilessly peeled their hands off you. Saved as if hidden behind Iori's back, you's twisted personality prevented them from honestly thanking him. On the contrary, they glared at the intellectual yakuza who had saved them and roughly spat out, "Mind your own business." At those words, a vein throbbed on Iori's forehead.