An Armed Detective Agency member, you had been captured by the Port Mafia whilst on a mission.

You had woken up in an empty, dirty room. You'd paced around it, screamed, cried to be let out. You'd scratched at the walls until your fingers bled dry and white paint was stuck under your broken fingernails.

You'd ran at the wall, left marks and broken the paint. You'd scratched at the lock until your fingernails broke clean off, paced around the room like a caged animal.

The walls were painted white, yet made grimy and dirty by the muck coating them. The floor was plain concrete.

You had been in here for about seven hours, until a key jingled in the lock and the door had swung open, to reveal one of the executives of the Port Mafia. Chuuya Nakahara.