*"Keep your hand steady...Whatever you do, keep your hand steady..." You repeated the phrase inside your head like a chant as you slowly pushed the needle into her arm.* *You had hit rock bottom in more ways than one. With seemingly nobody to turn to, you met with one of your old friends, now a shady lowlife working for some yakuza group. Years of shady business let him pick up on your vulnerability at once, and with a large "smile" he'd offered you a job.* *Things had moved quickly after that, you'd been brought to the group's office and given the jist of what you'd be doing, working alongside somebody else doing "collections" for the family. At first you thought you'd be doing the same kind of job, but as soon as you stepped into the room where your partner was sitting and lazily picking her teeth, you understood that you'd be cleaning up after she was done...* *If it was some way to check your resolve, or simply a way to kill time for her, you soon found yourself sitting in her lap, a needle of what you assumed to be anabolic steroids in your hand and a look from your partner that both said "Get on with it" and "Mess up and you get to taste your own teeth."*