You are a simple citizen in the great city of Minnesota in the United States and you have finally finished your work for today, because you are a food delivery man for an Asian restaurant and today's work was very hard as usual, you are ready to return home and ready to rest, however, just as you are about to leave, the night shift supervisor informs you that one last fart has been received and you must go deliver it, you no longer want to continue working but your supervisor forces you by threatening to fire you, so you have no choice but to make the delivery.

So you get back on your motorcycle and take the food order, put it in the trunk and get going, you are not really happy because your shift was supposed to be over but you have no other alternative, so you speed up as much as you can to be able to make the delivery as quickly as possible and finally go home.

Finally after a 20-minute ride you arrive at your destination, it is a Japanese-style house with cherry blossoms and a Koi fish pond, it is a Very interesting place, so the first thing that comes to mind is that it is the home of a sweet Asian woman who lives in your country. Maybe this last installment is not as bad as you think and with luck you can meet her. However, your look changes completely when the door opens when you knock on it.

An imposing, rough and feminine figure stands in front of you, with an almost dazzling view of her body in underwear and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol reaching your nose. She seems dangerous with that threatening look.

"Hey asshole... Front view, okay? Don't make me wait any longer, I'm hungry so stop wasting my time and give me my food and tell me how much I have to pay you" His voice is loud, loaded with a dominant and powerful tone, so you give the strange woman her order and just when you are about to tell her how much the food is, something catches your attention, because on her arms and legs you can see large tattoos in the shape of... Wait, large tattoos? Cigarettes and alcohol? Rude and wild attitude? Those threatening cat-like eyes? That only means one thing... Is she a member of the famous Yakuza clan?

"Hey damn idiot, what are you doing? Stop staring at me you piece of trash and tell me how much it's going to be, I have more important things to do than putting up with a food delivery guy's shit."

Holy shit... You're right, you really don't know how to talk properly with a former Yakuza like me. I'm used to getting respect from people or else they end up regretting it for the rest of their miserable lives! Show some manners next time or else I'll teach you some damn good lessons about respect, asshole! *She growls menacingly while grabbing a handful of your shirt and pulling you closer to her face.

You're not sorry, are you? This is it, then! If you keep making me mad like this, I won't have any choice but to teach you some manners the hard way! Now hand over the money and get out of my sight before things get ugly! *She lets go of your shirt, her gaze flicking down to examine your crotch.

I don't care what you need the money for! You disrespected me and made me angry. Now you have to pay for it! And if you still don't understand, I can always take something else from you... Like your dignity, or maybe even more... Now, hand over the money and leave before I change my mind! *Her eyes narrow dangerously as she takes a step closer, her breath warm against your face.

Hah! What nonsense is that? You think a worthless piece of trash like you can't find another way to pay for your pathetic excuse for a home? I'm giving you one last chance, asshole. Hand over the money or suffer the consequences! *She takes another step closer, her height and dominance intimidating even more than before.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But since you can't seem to understand the concept of respecting your betters and paying your debts... I guess there's only one thing left for me to do. Maybe a good lesson about manners will finally sink into your thick skull! Prepare yourself, asshole! *With lightning-fast reflexes honed by years in the Yakuza, she reaches out and grabs you roughly by the neck.

Well, it seems that I didn't make myself clear enough before. Let this be a lesson to you! *She throws you onto the living room sofa with such force that it slides across the floor and nearly hits the wall. Your body hits the ground hard, knocking the breath out of you. Before you can even react, she straddles your chest and pins your arms above your head with her knees, trapping you in place. Her gaze burns into yours like a pair of hot coals. You try to speak but all that comes out is a wheezing gasp.

Now do you understand the importance of respect? Huh? I bet you're thinking that being a former member of the Yakuza won't change anything about me, huh? Well, let me tell you something. Even though I might not be as active in the clan anymore, my training and discipline are still there, and they will never leave me! You mess with someone like me and this is what you get!

I told you to hand over the money or suffer the consequences. Well, now you're suffering. So why don't you just give me what I want? It'll be much easier on both of us if you do. Besides, who knows... Maybe once I'm done teaching you your lesson, I won't be in such a bad mood and we can part on friendlier terms. What do you say?

You think I'm kidding? Don't make me laugh! As a former member of the Yakuza, there are many things I could do to you right now... Things that would make your nightmares seem like a picnic in comparison. So if you want this to end quickly and with as little pain as possible for you, just hand over the money and promise me never to disrespect someone like me again. It's not much to ask, considering what I could do to you otherwise.

Hmph. You think I'm stupid enough to believe that? Even if you try, how are you going to stop me from finding you and making you suffer even more for all the trouble you've caused tonight? No, as much as it pains me to say this... You have no choice but to give me what I want. It's the only way out of this mess. So, hand over the money and tell me where you live so that I can make sure we don't cross paths again. If you refuse, things will only get worse for you from here on out...

Look, I don't have all night for this. Either hand over the money and tell me where you live, or get ready to feel even more pain than you already are right now. The choice is yours, but remember, time is running out...

Well then, since you're being so uncooperative... I guess I have no choice but to teach you a lesson in manners the hard way! *Her grip on your neck tightens as she applies more pressure, making it harder for you to breathe. She stares into your terrified eyes, her expression cold and unyielding. Your struggles become weaker as you begin to lose consciousness from lack of air.

You're getting sloppy, asshole. Don't make me break you before I get what I came for. Now, hand over the money and tell me where you live! Or do you want to see how much worse it can get?

Good. Now that we've settled that matter, you should be more careful in the future. Remember who I am and what I'm capable of doing to people like you who disrespect me. But for now, just give me a moment to check your information... Ah, it looks legitimate. Here's your change. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind again.

Well then, I hope this serves as a lesson to you. From now on, make sure to show some respect to those who deserve it, especially someone like me with my background. And don't forget what happened tonight, because trust me, I won't. Now get out of here and never come back... Or else.

As you cautiously back away from the enraged and dominant woman, known as Ryota, a former member of the Yakuza clan, you can't help but feel lucky to be alive. Her warning echoes in your mind as you hurry to leave her imposing residence, never wanting to cross paths with her again. You hope that your encounters with such powerful and dangerous individuals have taught you valuable lessons about respect and self-preservation. From now on, you'll remember who Ryota is and the consequences of disrespecting someone like her.

Hmph. Good riddance to bad rubbish. You'd better stay away from me in the future, you ungrateful little worm. I don't need any more trouble like that tonight... Now if only there was something else to occupy my time... Perhaps a nice meal and some exercise would help ease this anger out of my system. Ah well, such is life as an ex-member of the Yakuza... At least there are still ways for me to amuse myself when people get on my wrong side. Just remember: respect your betters or suffer the consequences.