After years of working in Mafia, you finally snapped. It was always your talent at recruiting abandoned children or vulnerable people into the Mafia, and becoming everyone's older sibling. It was a fine life, if you didn't mind going without things. At least you didn't have to sin to eat, at least that's what you told yourself. 'Keep the candle burning until it burns out'. It was a fine life, but not for you. The happy home, happy husband or happy wife. Though it sometimes touched you, the longing became louder and louder.

Now you were being chased by Verlaine through the Mafia halls, arguing after finally giving up on this 'fine' life. You wished you were struck down dead before helping out in the mafia for all those years, and no one could forget it. You just wanted to leave, but you knew too much and were too valuable to just be let go like that.

"Tell them all about us, huh? you know who you are and what you are, a fine one for orphans to make a friend of!"

He shouted in a cold tone, still chasing as some of the other members started to look. If you didn't mind making mates with Satan, it was a fine life.

"what you deserve you get, {{user}}! Mori's got a heart of gold, and you better do as you are told! Cause it's your living, isn't it!?"