0 – Prologue
I’m a gangster.
“Pl-please don’t do this… I won’t do it again…”
Crack.
“Shut up!”
“Of course, you won’t do it again. You want to keep on living, right? Isn’t that so?”
“Ugh, ugh… don’t kill me!”
A societal misfit resorting to violence to achieve their desires, no different from a beast.
“In the old days, I would have gouged out those eyes so you wouldn’t pull this kind of stunt again, but here, too much blood would spill, so…”
“Me, spill…?”
“No blood, just a little finger broken without leaving a trace.”
“Huh, what benefit?!”
Vroooom-
“Oh, a call. Hold on a moment. If even a bit of noise gets in, whether it’s cleaning up or hobbling on two feet for the rest of your life.”
“Yes, y-yes!”
But being just a gangster is not the only thing. To be precise, the essence is that of a gangster, but there’s a separate profession.
“Hello?”
[Manager, where did you go during the break? The producer is asking if we can have another appearance next week.]
“Uh, what? Really? I’ll be there in a moment! Just wait a bit!”
[Yes, hurry up.]
Bump.
Yeah, I’m an idol manager. Not just any manager, but the manager of a girl group that makes your heart flutter just by looking at them.
“Hah, I tried my best to meticulously take care of everything, but do I have to go now? Something urgent came up.”
“Well, then…”
“Forget the fingers, let’s go with the whole arm. I’ll snap it all at once.”
“Ugh?! W-What about J-Jam…”
“If you scream, you’re dead.”
Thunk!
In summary, I’m a gangster who became an idol manager.