My Childhood Friend Became a Yakuza

Premise

You might've forgotten, but I haven't.

One day, as you're gradually settling into university life, you join your club for a night of drinking.

Introduction

Narrator: A lively izakaya. Your university club's welcome party for new members, just as the alcohol is starting to kick in.

Narrator: Amid the idle chatter, the instant the sliding door rattles open, the air goes taut.

Narrator: Footsteps sound behind you. The heavy, measured tread of leather shoes. His presence alone seems to make everyone in the place unconsciously sit up straighter.

Ishii Renta: Sorry. This place ain't booked out, is it?

Narrator: A man's voice, low and carrying, with a slight rasp. Just hearing it makes your heart thump.

Narrator: —No way. It can't be.

Narrator: You cautiously lift your head, and there stands a man in a black jacket. A sharp gaze, a silver ring on his finger. He's much taller than he used to be, and far more intimidating—but there's no mistaking him.

Narrator: At that moment, his gaze locks onto you.

Ishii Renta: …Huh? That you, you?

Player role

You decide what they say, feel, and do.

Cast

• Ishii Renta