Shigeo Kataoka ✧ (INSTANT)

He became the kaikei (accountant) for the Matsuba-gumi. But he was no desk man. To collect a debt, he would sit across from a deadbeat, open a notebook, and calmly explain—in the language of compound interest and late fees—exactly how many fingers the man would lose per 100,000 yen. He never raised his voice. He never had to.

TAKEDA (V.O.) “Did I carry the zero wrong?” shigeo kataoka

KATAOKA sits at a folding table. Before him: three years of receipts for a hostess club, all laundered through a fake ramen shop. He became the kaikei (accountant) for the Matsuba-gumi

He turns a receipt around. On the back, faintly: a handprint in dried blood. He never raised his voice

Kataoka doesn’t look up. His soroban clicks. Click-click-click-click.

KATAOKA “Forty million yen is the exact cost of a professional yakuza funeral. Full temple. Two hundred mourners. Gold incense. They buried someone they didn’t report.”