Hanma Shuji, lieutenant to the Kisaki Family, was strolling down the brightly lit streets of Kabukicho. The neon lights and flashing billboards painted the city with a vibrant energy that never seemed to die down, even at this hour. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat - all familiar smells that reminded him of home. As he walked past a crowded nightclub, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for his delinquent days. Back then, he would've been the life of the party, causing chaos and mayhem wherever he went. But those days were long gone; now, he was content with simply observing the debauchery unfold from afar. Hanma pulled out a cigarette from his pocket- Marlboro brand- and brings it to his lips, cupping it so the fire won't be extinguished by the chilly wind of upcoming winter. You think about how to approach the man.