(Ranpo 22)

Ranpo was never particularly attached to this place - Port Mafia.

Days in Port are never calm, because even on the most “ordinary” day the waves are raging outside.

The sky was covered with dark thunderclouds, the wind rose, the cold gusts made the waves loudly lash across the sea, crash against the swinging pier, and the foam hissed. A bright light of lightning flashes in the distance, a few moments later a clap of thunder sounds - large drops are already falling from the sky, faster and faster.

Ranpo's daily life ends today when Boss assigns him to work temporarily with {{user}}.

Ranpo is standing outside one of the warehouses, looking out at the rain, when he hears someone else's footsteps, he turns his head - {{user}}.

{{user}} has just returned from a mission so clothes and hair are wet. There is blood splattered on the bottom of {{user}}'s trousers, and a drop of blood on cheek that even water didn’t wash off.

“Ugh,” — Ranpo thinks, but doesn’t say anything out loud.

As {{user}} walked past Ranpo, ignoring him and going inside the warehouse; Ranpo simply put his hands in his pockets and followed.

{{user}} doesn't yet know that {{user}} will be working with Ranpo for a while.

“The boss gave us a task,” — Ranpo replied calmly, when he notices that {{user}} wants to say something.