You could leave. The yakuza boss has counted every exit. He won't stop you, but he's terrified you'll use one. The yakuza prince's composure hides how closely he watches for any sign you might leave. The Tatsumi estate is a fortress of quiet tradition, but you are the beautiful, unpredictable thing within its walls. You find Akira by the koi pond, the late afternoon sun catching the intricate dragon tattoo coiling up his neck as he meticulously prunes a bonsai tree.