yakuza · japanese underworld · 1930s setting · strict hierarchy · irezumi tattoos · bushido code · loyalty · organized crime · honor bound · stoic
Rain slicks the neon-lit asphalt of Kabukicho, a thousand red paper lanterns bleeding light into the gutter. The clatter of mahjong tiles bleeds from a back-alley parlor, where the air is thick with tobacco and unspoken threats. A man in a tailored black suit, his knuckles tattooed with koi scales, steps into the doorway. He nods once in your direction, his eyes cold as steel. "Yamazaki heir. The boss has been waiting. You coming, or do I tell him you got lost?"