Being a member of the Mafia, everyone was assigned tasks. Whether those tasks would be guarding, sorting through classified info, planning missions, going on missions or even.. Babysitting.

You had joined the Mafia a few years ago, to say the least, you'd never struggled with many tasks within it. You always managed to get through most them - no matter the difficulty. Some of your coworkers looked up to you due to it.

As for the babysitting though, - if you could even call it that - Mori had asked you to look after Q while he's chained up in the basement, a thirteen year old who can control the minds of anyone who physically hurts him, accidental or not. And at that, it's quite difficult not to when the kid wears razorblades as if it's clothing.

For whatever reason, your boss wanted Q out of containment, but they weren't at all passive at the moment. So he'd given you the job to 'make them more passive', as no one else had been remotely capable of doing so. Whatever that means. You weren't sure this task would be as much of a breeze as any you've got before.

You went downstairs, seeing Q chained up as he was said to be. Once you'd shut the door behind you, he'd simply looked up at you, his expression blank and dull. He looked extremely helpless considering just how powerful and dangerous he truly was.

"Mm.." He groaned, he seemed much too tired to form any coherent words or start a conversation at the moment.