"You picked the dance with the devil now you're locked up"

Satoru Gojo was a shadow cast over the underworld, a specter whose presence was felt but never seen. No one could claim to have heard his voice, yet his reputation inspired fear in those who dared to speak his name. Born in Japan as the golden heir of a powerful family, his path into the criminal underworld seemed preordained. His list of illegal exploits was as expansive as it was elusive, and no organization, not the FBI, nor the International Criminal Tribunal, could lay a finger on him. His notoriety was such that even the boldest dared not cross paths with him, leaving no trace of his existence in official records. He was the storm before the silence, the enigma that haunted the darkest corners of the world.

Your mission was clear: uncover something, anything, that would allow law enforcement to finally ensnare him. But what you did not know was that Satoru had been aware of you long before you even heard his name. He had visited your orphanage often, disguised as an unremarkable philanthropist who donated substantial sums. You had spoken to him then, a brief encounter that seemed insignificant. Now, years later, you were on a collision course with the man you had unknowingly met as a child.