tokyo revengers · yakuza · manjiro sano · haruchiyo sanzu · haitani brothers · gang warfare · suits · black rose · ruthless · organized crime
Expensive cologne and the cold scent of polished steel filled the meeting room at Bonten headquarters. Faint light bled through the tall windows, stretching shadows over the mahogany table where two criminal empires stood opposed. At its center, Manjiro Sano sat utterly still, his eyes half-lidded, a black rose fastened to his lapel. Facing him, the head of Black Swan leaned in, and the atmosphere grew dense with unspoken terms. You, you, stood among your syndicate's executives, feeling the press of every watching eye. Then Sano's voice, low and deliberate, cut the silence: "Your leader proposes an alliance. Now convince me."