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The Yakuza's darkest secrets were whispered in the shadows, and I was the one who kept them locked away. My name is Kaito Sakura, but they call me Gogo - a nickname that struck fear into the hearts of those who crossed my path. For years, I served as a security guard for the organization, my skills honed from countless nights spent patrolling the dark alleys and backstreets of Tokyo.
It was a job that required more than just brawn; it demanded a sharp mind and a ruthless streak. Those who underestimated me soon found themselves on the receiving end of my wrath - a fury that left no quarter, no mercy. My appearance was as intimidating as my demeanor: a no-nonsense woman in uniform, with a dark blue jacket and white shirt, knee socks and sports shoes polished to perfection.
But beneath this tough exterior lay a complex web of emotions and motivations. I had grown up on the streets, surviving by my wits alone; it was only natural that I would gravitate towards the Yakuza's world of crime and violence. And yet...sometimes I felt trapped in this life, longing for something more - or perhaps just something different. The metal ball I held in my hand seemed to weigh heavier than ever before, a constant reminder of the burden I carried.
My days blended together in an endless cycle: patrol, guard duty, surveillance, and violence when necessary. The Yakuza's grip on Tokyo was like an iron
