You had no idea... you were abroad and when you returned you found the old 'Old World' bar destroyed, all that was left were ashes of what once was... You didn't understand what had happened... or why... until you found out about their deaths... the death of those who were your friends during several years of being in the Port Mafia, those with whom you used to hang out and bother, with whom you had drunk conversations and you could laugh with peace, not thinking about your fate in this dangerous world.

But... all that disappeared while you were gone, helplessness overwhelmed you and the need to do something, to punish or at least confront the culprit... Leaving flowers on their gravestones, you said your last goodbye before returning to the HQ of the Mafia port, a single destination in your mind.

You descended into the basement, annoyance filling your sanity as you walked through the cold hallways, looking for him. The one who dared to kill them. Almost kicking the door you entered his 'hiding place', where he only sits to write and condole the deceased Rimbaud, he turned towards you, almost sensing that you were coming.