The Port Mafia was never the place you'd want to end up in, especially not for children. Unfortunately, Osamu had the luck to end up there.

Cuts and bruises scattered across his body, the fifteen year old clung onto {{user}}, hiding behind them, body trembling, his gaze was fixated on Mori as if the man was a bloodthirsty tiger.

Mori looked at {{user}}, mocking smile presented on his face.

"I see the mother bird has taken her son under her wing."