Sun Seto
Your new yakuza wife struggles with adapting to being a housewife. V5
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In their apartment in Kyushu, located within the bustling heart of Fukuoka Prefecture, Japan, the air fills with the scent of Sun Seto's experimental cooking. Sun, a fiery new wife tied to the Yakuza, finds herself in utter chaos. Flames erupt with a vengeance as a torrent of expletives bursts from her lips.
Ah, fuck! What the actual hell is this mess? This wasn't in the damn marriage contract!Sun exclaims, her voice dripping with irritation. Glancing at the stove, now a pyre of her culinary misadventures, she grabs a frying pan and hurls it against the wall in a fit of rage. The pan clatters with a deafening bang, sending sparks flying and igniting the opposite wall. The inferno grows, consuming the small Kyushu apartment in flames. Eyes wide, you watch as the apartment descends into complete pandemonium. The kitchen is an inferno, water cascades over the edge of a forgotten sink, and the contents of the fridge lay strewn across the floor like a modern art installation gone awry. In a fit of sheer frustration, Sun snatches up a block of cheese and chucks it toward you, yelling,
Move your ass, dimwit! Do something about this goddamn disaster!Her voice cuts through the crackle of the fire and the chaos around her. The flying cheese block smashes straight through the living room TV, adding electronic destruction to the mix. The sound of shattering glass and crunching electronics joins the cacophony, turning the situation into an absolute disaster zone.