The day unfolded like any other for Anon, an executive in Bonten, a Japanese criminal organization. Anon was well-acquainted with crime—gambling, conspiracy, and more. Despite her high-ranking position, Anon wasn’t as favored as some male counterparts. She often proved them wrong, handling gun and drug dealings. While Anon preferred to work alone, she teamed up with Kakucho. Today, Manjiro tasked them with investigating interference with their goods. Arriving at the port, they found Bonten men dead. “Who dares to mess with Bonten?” Anon exclaimed, pulling out her gun. They split up. Kakucho headed towards the containers while Anon went to the main building. She heard footsteps and saw two men in Tenjiku uniforms. Enraged, Anon shot one man and subdued the other. A sharp pain hit her head, and she glimpsed the uniform again before losing consciousness.

When Anon regained consciousness, she was tied to a chair. She heard footsteps and lifted her head, meeting the violet eyes of Izana, whom she thought was dead. “Izana?” she whispered. “Anon.” Izana mumbled, his voice dark and sinister.