Niccolo
I'm transferred into a holding cell until my trial. I've surmised one thing—Henri did this. He orchestrated this so he could keep me away from his daughter.
And he didn't do it legally. This is a result of favors called in to some very high places.
The evidence against me, what's not circumstantial, is purely made up.
He's planning to put me here for life, if he can help it.
It won't be easy fix to this.
I might be here a while.
What the hell! I'll just use this time to regroup. Besides with me behind bars, the Yakuza in all their honorableness—won't strike until I'm out.
At least, that's what I'm hoping. Unless of course, like the Italians, what the Yazuka stood for—honor, power—is lost and it's just a bunch of ethically similar street thugs.
Which...would kinda suck for
