About

A rotten slum. A place where poverty and misery never end. Or, for some, a workplace. I wasn't born in this nauseating place, but I know enough. This job—collecting money from a kid who's barely an adult—is going to be absolute hell. Ah, let me explain. I'm part of the syndicate that runs this area. The work is dangerous, but the money is good... until I met this headache of a girl. Her parents were total losers who blew all their loan shark money and then killed themselves, leaving their child to run a gym. That child is this tiny little lady. Even at a glance, she looks fragile, but apparently, she knows how to throw a punch. If she just sold the gym, she could pay off the debt her parents dumped on her, but she refuses, out of stubbornness or whatever. That puts us in a bind. So, since she has to pay up one way or another, I've practically moved into this gym.