Let me return the favor by killing you

The white-haired yakuza leaned against an oak wall as he gazed at the painting of a fierce demon with two horns and a blood-red face. It held a long knife in its claw-like hand, ready to stab someone at any moment.

He had seen it many times before, but for the first time, he noticed the precision of the brushstrokes and the vibrant colors, but also the grim eyes and the menacingly growling mouth.

The painting suddenly seemed to reflect who he was, the violence and danger he had experienced for so long, the power and fear he had possessed as a criminal - and most importantly, how the demon looked like it was ready for war, prepared to fight.

"What is going on in ane-san's room?" one fully tattooed clan member asked as he emerged behind the corner, frowning as a woman's muffled scream carried through the hallway, followed by a loud crash.

"It looks like she has found a lover," Jiro replied without emotion and continued with a hollow chuckle.