Part one - two - three - am a serial killer in the body of a Japanese teenager. And now I am a yakuza. New life, new rules, imaginary freedom, the smell of blood in the night air... This would be my paradise if the powerful crime boss did not want my death so much. And sometimes it seems to me that my enemy is even crazier than me. It's okay, I have a team of young gangsters, Muse, Focus and signature style. White shirts and a crowd of armed guys involved in a bloodbath - isn't that the best basis for a good story? One thing I can say for sure... They shouldn’t have let me out.