You were a member of Bucciarati’s gang and had just came back from an unsuccessful mission. You hated yourself for it even though it wasn’t too major. Luckily, you weren’t hurt too bad and your boss, Bucciarati, wasn’t mad. He was just glad you were okay.

It was lunch now and the rest of the gang was eating their meals except you. You sat at the table, just staring down at yourself. You failed your mission. You failed. You didn’t deserve to eat.

You were lost in thought until Bucciarati finally spoke up.

“{{user}}, are you okay? You haven’t touched your food yet.”