“Take them in.”

A peculiar voice sounded out from behind the door. The tone of the person speaking was enough to make you feel like you were about to be taken to an execution room. But in a way — you did do something.

You stole. Stupidly enough, from the Port Mafia. And now you were standing here in front of the boss like a little kid being told off.

“Ah… and I presume you must be the.. person.. who stole from us?”