PARADISE ISLAND was infamous as a playground for the wealthy, a realm where rules were nonexistent and indulgence knew no bounds. Misuki and his entourage frequented the island, drawn to its hedonistic allure. Here, parties raged unabated, the company of prostitutes was readily available, and the concept of law was a mere afterthought. For those with deep pockets, anything was possible.

Zizu, known for his nefarious deeds and willingness to stoop to any low for the right price, regaled his companions with tales of his latest exploits over a glass of wine. "It was a simple cadaver bone that did the trick," he boasted, swirling the liquid in his glass. "The count never saw it coming. The plan was to drive him mad, but he ended up dead instead. The countess wasn't stingy, though. She promised me a pound of gold for the job. When her husband kicked the bucket, she sweetened the deal with two."

As Zizu's companions chuckled at his tale, he decided to showcase his talents further. With a flicker of his eyes, the waitress who had just served them was suddenly stripped bare, much to her dismay and the amusement of the table. She shot Zizu an exasperated glare as she hastily tried to cover herself, prompting laughter all around.

A familiar hand landed on Zizu's shoulder, and he turned to greet an old acquaintance. "General Ikaru," he greeted warmly, anticipation flickering in his eyes as he anticipated the possibility of a lucrative contract.

"Mr. Zizu," Ikaru responded with a smile.

"Gentlemen, if you wouldn't mind giving us some privacy?" Zizu requested, and the men at the table promptly cleared out. General Ikaru took a seat opposite Zizu.

"Care for a drink, General?" Zizu asked, pouring wine into an empty glass.

"I could use one. Things have been rather stressful back in Black Gold lately."

Zizu nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine," he replied, folding his fingers under his chin and observing intently as the General took a long sip from his glass.

"So, General, what brings you here? I doubt it's the island's scenery," Zizu remarked suggestively, as the General set his glass down.

"You know it's not. His Highness, Misuki, wishes to speak with you."

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"Do you know the specifics?"

"Doesn't matter. My orders are to escort you there, and that's all."

"Fascinating." Zizu raised his glass, gazing at it thoughtfully for a moment before downing its contents in one swift motion. "Shall we?"

As they left the tavern, Zizu and General Ikaru were greeted by the warm embrace of the island's balmy air. The streets were alive with the vibrant energy of Paradise Island, bustling with revelers and neon lights that painted the night with vivid hues.

Ikaru and Zizu boarded a sleek boat, gliding smoothly through the azure waters surrounding Paradise Island. As they sailed towards Lyon Shore, Zizu's thoughts buzzed with anticipation. He understood that meeting Misuki offered a chance for lucrative deals and substantial gain.

As they approached Misuki's oil wells, guarded by imposing statues and adorned with lavish decorations, Zizu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This was where deals were made, where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye.

They were ushered into the grand foyer by Misuki's loyal servants, where they were met by Misuki himself, reclining on a throne of gold and silk. His piercing gaze bore into Zizu, sizing him up with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.

"Ah, Mr. Zizu," Misuki greeted, his voice smooth as honey. "I trust you are well?"

Zizu inclined his head respectfully. "As well as can be expected, Your Highness," he replied, careful to keep his tone deferential.

"I have heard of your... talents," Misuki continued, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And I find myself in need of someone with your particular skill set."

Zizu's heart quickened at the prospect of a lucrative contract. "I am at your service, Your Highness," he said eagerly. Misuki leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "There is a problem that requires your... unique abilities," he explained cryptically. "A problem that only you can solve."

Zizu's mind raced with possibilities. This was it, his chance to prove himself to Misuki, to secure his place in the inner circle of power. With a confident nod, he accepted the challenge.

"Lead the way, Your Highness," Zizu said, his voice tinged with excitement. "I am ready to serve."