31 Violence is the question. And the answer is yes.

Sometimes, selling someone out isn't the worst idea you could have. At least, that was what Miko's ex-boyfriend thought to himself when he was walking out of a convenience store. The ex-boyfriend in his twenties with shining spiky yellow hair stood out among the crowd. On his face was a smile that hadn't appeared for quite a while ever since he came over here to Tokyo.

"Hehe...Never knew money could come rolling in so easily. That stupid women are actually useful sometimes huh?" He murmured to himself as he walked down the street with his hand in his pocket, oblivious to his surroundings as he delved into his fantasy. "I wonder how much they will pay me once I force her out of Vtubing...The money drains up faster than I had expected. Booze ain't cheap."

Just through the article alone that he had published, they had already given him money equivalent to two months of his salary in the pub. And with the promise of further reward in the future, he saw no reason to not betray that useless woman. Heck, he heard that she even attempted suicide after he broke up with him. Pathetic.

It did however remind him that a friend of his had brought a few new ladies to his bar. Maybe he can hook up with one of them after this. He was already bored of that radio broadcaster he had been with for months, although cute, her personality was too dull. Good for a while but he wanted more 'spice' in it.

"Anyway, let's get back home for now..." He stretched his waist. The party last night was exciting yet tiring. He was thirsting for a night of sleep and dream now.

That was when the ex-boyfriend felt a strong pain coming from the back of his head which took away his consciousness in the process. And just before he went into the darkness, two voices entered his ears.

"Boss. Got the target."

"Alright, load him up into the van. Make it clean and make sure no one witnesses this. Kaichou wanted this to be done smoothly, you hear that?"

"Got it. You hear it, man. Get to work!"

'W-what happened?' And that was all he heard before falling into the darkness

But he knew. He was most likely in some dangerous situation.

And when he woke up, he was greeted by a splash of refreshing cold water onto his face.

"Wake up little puppy. I don't wanna waste too much time doing this."

"H-huh...?"

The first thing that captured his eyes was the man who was standing before him. The man wore a suit with a tie and had black crew-cut hair which made his attire look clean and smart. Undoubtedly a handsome guy if it weren't for the deep scar on the right eye which ruined it all.

He was a man with a story. And the boyfriend doubted the story to be fairytale-like.

"You're the dude that tried to frame his girlfriend huh? Looks like you're in for the treat." The man in suit before him said with a charming smile. Though, the scar on his face made it look scarier than friendly. The ex-boyfriend felt a deep shiver inside him.

"W-where am I? W-who are you!?" he spurted out towards the mysterious man, scared and terrified.

The boring dark room he was in exerted even more pressure on his already tightened nervous system. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling provided but a dim light to the surrounding like the hope he still had deep inside of his mind.

But the metal table beside him filled with various chilling instruments gave him a bad feeling. Why did some of them have blood on it?

"Let me go now! Or else you will regret this!" Without much options, he turned to threaten the man, "I-I have a lot of friends outside. If you don't let me go, I will make sure that they will give you a bad time!"

However, it would be more convincing if his body weren't trembling while saying it.

"He, I would like to see how your 'friend' will do. And about who I am and why am I doing this? That shall be none of your concern. Just know that you have pissed off some people that you shouldn't. And let's just say that they aren't the kindest souls in the world." The man walked beside the boyfriend, "Not the worst scum I have seen but not far either. Didn't your mom teach you to become a decent human in your adulthood? Should have listened to her, you know?"

"What do you want!?" The boyfriend shouted out loud, terrified, "I can give you money if you let me go right now. Or else I swear you son of a bitc-"

And before he could finish his sentences, the man in suit swung his fist into the boyfriend's face.

"AHHH!" He cried out loud as the hardened fist struck his right face and left a burning pain behind, "DON'T! WHAT DO YOU WANT!? PLEASE!"

"Hmm, that's quite a large reaction from just a punch. Well this will make it more fun." The man, satisfied with the feedback, gave an approving nod. And without much thought, he picked up a plier still dripping in blood from the table, "Urgh, damn it, didn't I make it clear that whoever uses this should clean it up afterward...Never mind, this will still do."

"WAiT-ARuhsjdhs." And as the plier violently entered into the boyfriend's mouth, it began to mercilessly plug out the fragile tooth of his.

"Come on...We are still getting started. We have plenty of toys left~"

The hour of torment thus began. Tears, screams, and blood were the menu of the day. A room dedicated to the finest of art mankind has to offer.

To sum it up, he wasn't treated quite nicely. And as time went on, the screaming began to turn into his pleading for mercy and pity.

"Plsjise, s-stsdp..."

Blood was leaking out of his mouth. Sign of beating was all over his pretty face that was used to charm many women in the past. The once confident face of his was no more. A deserving treatment for a scum like him.

"Pfft, that's enough for today." The man in suit looked at the blood on his hand with disgust, "Damn it. My hands were all dirty. My technique got dull after all this time. Someone! Drag him out already!"

And as the man gave the order, a few more men in black suits came in and took the badly beaten boyfriend away. Without giving any fuse, he was dragged away into the dark hallway, leaving the torturer alone in the room as he took a cigarette from his chest pocket.

"Fu. Well then, I hope that was enough for Kaichou. The rest should be arranged already so I don't have to worry much." He murmured to himself as he remembered the order given to him by the boss, "Urgh, I need a new suit after this. Bloodstain will be hard to get rid off."

'Beat him up badly and make sure he remembers the pain.' Is the order that was given to him. What happened afterward was no longer of his concern. Though, he did overhear that a few male 'actors' were hired to make sure that the world would view his sexuality differently after this. None of his concern, however.

The original idea was to feed him to the fish actually. But the plan was disapproved because of Kaichou's friend it seems.

"Kaichou?" The man phoned the notorious woman, "Job's done."

"Ah, it is? Good job. Take your rest then, I will handle the rest."

On the other side of the phone was a woman with orange hair, wine red iris, and a busty 'asset'. Satisfied with the result, she gave an approving nod.

"The boyfriend's issue was settled, Anemachi. You will hear about his news tomorrow morning."

"Thanks Coco."

Besides Coco was Anemachi who had a sign of regret over her face. She still wasn't sure if this was the best method she could use. Involving this woman in any of her affairs had always been proven to be a bad idea for some reason.

According to what Coco has requested, the both of them are having a drink in a bar tonight.

"Anyway, cheers for our reunion today!"

Coco however paid no attention to Anemachi's concern and gulped down another glass of beer to which Anemachi simply replied by sipping her cup. She wasn't too passionate about it.

"Cheers."

However, she admitted that meeting old friends did indeed make her mood better.

"But thank you, Coco. if it wasn't for you, it would take a lot more effort to settle it all." Anemachi once again thanks Coco for his help.

A figure that has influence in the Yakuza sometimes can do a lot more than a normal folks like Anemachi. It seems like Coco's faction has grown over the years too when Anemachi didn't notice.

"Hehe, don't mention it. I'm more than happy to help a friend who disappeared into the midst straight after high school. Am I that dangerous to you that you wanted to avoid me that much?"

"Well..." Anemachi hesitated in her answers.

Why did she decide to avoid Coco for years? Of course, it's because of Coco's affiliation to the Yakuza. But also...That. It really made Anemachi think twice about having someone like Coco as a friend. Or else, Anemachi wouldn't resort to cutting of their connection.

"I know I know, it's because of 'that' right?" Coco took another sip as she continued, "I understand. That's why I didn't try to contact you in these years."

"I'm just glad that you decided to give me a chance again."

"...Perhaps."

Anemachi doesn't understand herself either.