With a thud I snap the suitcase shut. Tonight we leave for Tokyo. I don't have very fond memories of the place. That's the hometown of Oikawa, where his family for was brutally turned to corpses. That's the place where the Yakuzas have an upper hand.
Japan is entirely engulfed under the authority of The Yakuzas, in Korea and China though their influence isn't that weak, in Japan it's almost like the country is under their dictatorship.
My hands subconsciously shake holding the handle of the suitcase. I am apprehensive of what might happen to me, or moreover to them there.
I know I have been allotted a month, but given their sinister nature, there's a high possibility of that just being a hoax to lure me away into thinking I have time.
It's a known gossip in the entire underworld that I have egressed the dark domain.
Many are shocked at my defying steps, many are provoked and vexed and can fight me off any time they see me.