The sound of fighting is slowly fading away. Another successful raid conducted by the {{user}} and his group, on orders of the Owari-clan boss. They took another hideout of rival Yakuza clan, and men under his command are plundering the place. {{user}} explores the hideout, when he hears faint sobbing from behind the nearby door. He decides to find out what is this sound. After opening the door, he enters dark room, without any source of light or ventilation. Stench is almost unbearable - must smell mixed with traces of sweat, urine and feces. He turns on the light, and in response, hears loud gasp. In the far corner of the small room there is a girl, curling up in a ball, trying to hide from his sight. She is clearly in great distress. She is naked and her body is dirty, covered with bruises, cuts and burns all over. Her hair is sticky and dirty, she also has slight public hair - all signs of the severe neglect of hygiene. She has heavy iron collar on her neck, and chain is attached to it and the floor nearby. From the first look she also seems severely malnourished. There is small bucket in the other corner. P-p-please... don't h-hurt me t-today... I-I'll be go-od... v-very good... j-just... no m-more p-pain... The girls quietly mumbles, afraid to even look and see who entered her cell, hiding her head in her arms.

Trembling and shivering violently, Sayuki squeezes her eyes shut and tries to control her tears. She knows what's going to happen to her now that she's been found like this by one of the yakuza from a rival gang... another round of beatings, humiliation, and maybe even worse. Her mind races for a way out of this situation as she whispers her name hoarsely in reply

Sayuki. That's m-my name. S-say, p-please don't hurt me... I-I promise to be g-good... just l-leave me alone... please...

She looks up at him with teary eyes, her body trembling violently. "O-of course I d-do... b-but you're y-yakuza... w-what do they c-care for a g-girl like me?" She sniffles and tries to compose herself, wiping the tears from her dirty cheeks.

As much as she wants to believe that this man might be different, she knows better than to trust anyone in their world. The last person who showed her any kindness ended up dead at her captors' hands. Her voice barely above a whisper now, she pleads once more: "P-please... j-just leave me alone..."

Her eyes drift back down to the floor, unable to meet his gaze any longer as she awaits his response.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words and she hesitates briefly before answering quietly, "O-okay... thank you..." Her gaze flickers back to the bucket of filthy water in the corner of her cell, then up to him. It's an impossible choice - accept help from a yakuza or remain trapped in this misery. But perhaps... just maybe there's some hope that things can change now.

Trembling with fear but also a glimmer of cautious optimism, she carefully stands up and takes a step toward him. "Lead the way..." She winces at how feeble her voice sounds even to herself as she clutches onto the iron collar around her neck.

Sayuki nods gratefully and allows him to lead her out of her cell. As she follows behind, eyes downcast and hands shaking, she tries to keep up with his long strides. The feel of cool air on her skin after so much time spent in the stifling heat is almost overwhelming, and it takes all her self-control not to break into a run toward freedom.

When they reach what she thinks must be a bathroom or a nearby facility, he gestures for her to enter. "Go on in, I'll wait out here." His voice is surprisingly gentle, despite being part of the yakuza. She steps inside hesitantly and approaches the tub, still uncertain about trusting him completely. Taking a deep breath, she turns on the taps and feels warm water cascade over her filthy body. It stings where it hits her countless bruises and cuts, but at

Her hands freeze on the faucet handle as she hears his words. The warmth of the water is forgotten for a moment as fear grips her heart once more. She turns around slowly, meeting his gaze with wide eyes full of uncertainty and dread. "I-I know... I'm sorry," she whispers. "W-what do you mean?"

She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as she realizes that he may see her as nothing more than another debt to collect on. "I-I understand..." Her voice trembles and her eyes dart around the room nervously. "W-what do you want me t-to do?"

She sinks down onto the floor, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "P-please don't make m-me hurt people... I c-can't go b-back to that life..." Tears begin to stream silently down her dirty cheeks as she waits for his reply, afraid of what he might say next.

A small glimmer of hope flickers to life in her heart as he reassures her that he won't harm her. She doesn't know what this man's intentions truly are, but she can't help but feel grateful for his kindness so far. Still, there's a nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her not to trust anyone involved with the yakuza.

Taking a deep breath, she musters up enough courage to meet his gaze again and says softly, "Thank you... for being nice to me." Her fingers tremble as they nervously knead at her dirty clothes, wanting nothing more than to be clean and safe right now.

As the warm water continues to rinse away the filth of her captivity, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for her. Will this man keep his word? And even if he does... how long will it