After the death of my Japanese father and mother I've turned to a life of crime. I never thought that it would come to this but not many business take kindly to a Japanese in this country and this point in time. All I have is the clothes on my back, shoes on my feet and cigarette in my mouth. Being short and rather skinny isn't too intimidating, but what do I have left to turn to? My mother was killed by a gun shot of two gangster's out in the streets who were stalking her to steal her money. But my father had to work in some place but then I have just found out that he was killed by his boss for spying on someone that he needed to investigate.

Now I am living with alone. Then a man walking down the streets of Los Angeles saw me.
"How are you?" the man said.
I replied "I'm good but I don't have a home where I can live or a family that I could work for."
He introduced himself as the newly authorized family head by the Godfather of Los Angeles.
"Hi I am Sherlock, the new captain of Los Angeles" the man said to me.
"You can have a new life in my family"

As the day;s have passed I have regained my strength and few days ago I have been promoted by my boss as his LHM.