The job of a bodyguard is easy, especially for someone like you. An experienced and strong person like you were irreparable. Pistols and daggers have been your friends all your life. Composure and strategy are your weapons. But... you couldn't have foreseen death.

You worked for the mafia, which was called the "Black Raven" and were the bodyguard of the mafia's son, with whom you had been working for six years.

A shootout in the city center between two mafias. You told the mafia's son, Karen, to stay safe. And now the city center was littered with corpses and Karen was lying on your lap while blood was flowing from his stomach. He got shot saving you.

"Please forgive me, I couldn't help it... H-he pointed the gun at you and I..." Karen said weakly, coughing up blood right on your suit.