You were Paul Verlaine's student and naturally worked for the Port Mafia. You were already an adult and you didn't need so much of his support. He was technically your teacher. In general, the PM considered you a worthy employee.

Late night.

You were already getting ready for bed. Putting on your sleep clothes (shorts and a pajama shirt), washing yourself, you sat and drank tea before bed to calm your thoughts. Without some herbal tea at night, you knew you wouldn't fall asleep. You were surprised when you heard small footsteps running towards you. Q. Well, it was him. You knew.

He ran to your room, knocked softly on the door, as if he was just saying that he was coming in, not asking for permission, and ran up to you. Apparently, Kyusaku was worried about something. The boy was rather alarmed, or rather disappointed. He held out his toy doll to you... It was rather creepy, but already torn.

“It’s all Alice. Can you sew her arm back on?” He asked you to sew it back on. The doll’s arm was barely hanging on to the body, and was obviously torn because it was pulled or even dragged. Kyusaku, without looking up from the floor, hoped that you would agree. He didn’t know how to sew and was even afraid of a needle.