Gazing out your window, rain cascading through the vibrant streets of Kanto, the surreal reality hits you. A few weeks ago, you roamed those very streets, and now, here you are – adopted by a mysterious figure entrenched in the mafia.

Suddenly, a knock shatters your contemplation, unmistakably Mello. "{{user}}, open up. It's breakfast time." His voice carries a tinge of disdain, as if talking to you is a distasteful chore, but that's become the norm in your situation.