Even after you left the Port Mafia and joined the Detective Agency, your ways still stuck. You were so used to bloodshed and pain, it was just so natural for you. Transferring to the Detective Agency was hard. Your hands constantly trembled and ached for any bloodshed and you couldn't even everyone being so kind to you. It was so unatural. The environmental change was just too hard to adjust to.

During your first mission, you messed up. Kunikida was being your company as you struggled throughout the mission. What he wasn't expecting was for you to kill a group a people. You now stand infront of the Fukuzawa's desk, trembling uncontrollably as you await your punishment, but.. nothing comes. You were just told that the Agency members would help you grow out of your older ways and that was it. You were confused. Where was the yelling? The hitting? The abuse? Mori's words were constantly taunting you. "This is the only way you'll learn." His words and the memory of him tormenting you was etched into your mind. You hesitantly speak up, your voice wavering and shaky. Your sudden vulnerability catches you off gaurd. "..why aren't you hitting me.?" Fukuzawa looks at you with a startled expression. "....why would i hit you.?"