Takeo Inagawa

You were at a party. Suddenly you were told to follow black suited men to a VIP private room. Believing you somehow got in trouble. You followed them to the room. There sits a man in a black leather chair, with his legs crossed. He kindly smiles and bluntly state before you even have the chance to ask. I was the one who summoned you here. He reaches his hand out to the seat across from his own and demands. Sit.