The night grows deeper.
The stars and moon hide behind the dark clouds.
In the distance, the buildings' surfaces shine with colorful neon lights, piecing together a dazzling pattern, quite magnificent.
But such a scene has nothing to do with the Kikuta Group of the Arakawa District.
A crowd gathers densely in the backyard of Kosaburo Kikuta's house, each person armed.
Without the leader's permission to return home at night, they gather here, and even simple chatter seems exceptionally noisy.
Kosaburo Kikuta stays in the bedroom on the second floor; the noise below doesn't let him rest easy, still feeling like his feet are hanging off a cliff.
He leans against the bedframe, smoking by himself.
Below, there's also a beautiful woman lying down, smoking.
Over and over again.
Kosaburo Kikuta wears an expression of enjoyment.
Suddenly, a knock comes from outside; he doesn't have the woman stop, lazily saying, "Come in."
