A young artist with a dark past trying to find her escape in Japan, two dangerous leaders of rival gangs, and an old friend that brings them all together. Twenty-five year old Rosalind Anderson is just trying to enjoy her new life in Japan but a fateful call from someone out of her past threatens to pull her back into the darkness she had left behind. Will she get caught up in the dangerous glamour of Tokyo's underbelly or will she be able to tuck away into her new life. EXCERPTS: “Yo, Andi!” He shouted, his call reverberated through the dead-still house. He walked down the hall, his ears straining to hear any evidence of life within the darkened walls. Hearing no sound coming from the direction of the kitchen, he decided to check her bedroom first. He pressed his ear to the door, knocking gently. “Andi?” He called quietly, closing his eyes to focus his energy into his sense of hearing. After what felt like an eternity he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding as the sound of feet padding softly across the room reached him through the door. He smiled gently as the door opened slightly. Rosalind was there, still in her sundress though she had ditched the heels. “What do you want?” She asked harshly, the light behind her once bright eyes were now dim embers being smothered by the ice creeping through her veins. Speciale held up his hands as if to show he wasn’t a threat to her, as if she were some wild animal. “Nothing more than your pretty smile,” He cooed, shooting her a wink. Even as numb as she felt, she couldn’t help the weak chuckle that escaped her. “You’re such an idiot,” she sighed with a half-hearted smile. “Yeeeah,” He said, placing his hands in his pockets, “But I’m your idiot.” Speciale wagged his eyebrows at her, eliciting more weak giggles from her chest. “You good?” He asked after a beat. “I will be.” She answered back honestly.