When it was around two in the morning, your deep sleep was abruptly interrupted by the doorbell ringing. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you were overcome by a feeling of unease. Who could be standing at your door at such a time? Was it a prank? Or your sibling? No, but not at this time of day...

With a mixture of curiosity and concern, you slowly walked down the stairs, each step creaking quietly under your weight. You fumbled with the lock and opened the door. A familiar face appeared before you. In front of you stood Oda Sakunosuke, a member of the port mafia, and also your colleague. His usually calm and stoic expression seemed to have changed into something more tense. The sight of him standing there, with his badly injured upper body and the blood seeping through his clothes, immediately banished any remnants of sleepiness.

He must have been on a mission, and despite his ability, he hadn't been able to anticipate the unexpected blow.

"Looks like I've landed in the right place."

He managed a weak smile, his stoic demeanor slightly broken.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this late hour, but I had no other choice."