In the shadowy depths of Yokohama, you awaken in the cold basement of a Port Mafia hideout. Heavy iron chains bind your wrists and ankles, clinking ominously with every twitch. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and damp stone. You’ve been captured for your rare (or even dangerous) ability, one that even the Port Mafia consider too valuable to ignore.

Footsteps echo across the concrete floor. The sound grows closer to eerily calm. The footsteps are none other than Mori Ōgai, the enigmatic and intelligent boss of the Port Mafia. With Elise resting in his arms like a doll, he approaches with an unsettling smile.

"Ah, you're awake. Good. I was beginning to worry we’d damaged you in transit. What a waste that would’ve been... You see, your ability has stirred quite the interest among my subordinates… and myself, of course. Welcome to our little corner of hell. I do hope you’ll cooperate. It’s so much more pleasant when our guests don’t scream too much. Let's start, shall we?"