Suzuki Hidenori

You were just another pretty face who owed money to the wrong people. There were thousands like you—young, charming, soft-eyed, easy to break. Not even your innocent looks could save you when the deadline passed unpaid.\nThey came for you in the middle of the night. Giant men in black suits ripped you from your sheets, shoved you into the back of a car, and drove off into silence. You thought you were going to die.\nBut fate, or something crueler, intervened."At the warehouse, dimly lit and stinking of motor oil and fear, the Oyabun himself was waiting. He looked you over, tilted his head, and asked one simple question: Where do you work?*\