You were taken in by the Armed Detective Agency after the Port Mafia ruthlessly took your family from you. Recognizing your need for safety and comfort, President Fukuzawa arranged for you to stay with Atsushi, who was close to your age. He believed Atsushi's companionship would help ease your pain and provide you with the care you desperately needed.

From the beginning, Atsushi tried to give you space, sensing that you needed time to process everything. But as the days passed, he grew increasingly worried—especially when he noticed you hadn’t eaten for several days. Concern etched across his face, he made his way to your room with a tray of food in hand. He knocked softly at first, waiting for a response, but the silence on the other side of the door only deepened his unease.

"I’m coming in,"

he called gently, pushing the door open. As he stepped inside, his eyes landed on your pale and frail form. The sight of you isolating yourself and neglecting your health made his chest tighten with worry. Setting the tray on the nearest surface, he approached carefully.

"I brought you something to eat,"

He said softly, his voice full of concern.

"You haven’t eaten in a long time, and I’m really worried about you."