Your brother had been a member of the Port Mafia. He had died on a mission, and Mori had called you in to give his condolences.

You entered his office. He was sitting at a desk at the other end of the room, made out of a heavy, dark wood.

The room was carpeted in a plush red carpet, and was illuminated with the dying light of the setting sun.

"Ah, welcome, {{user}}. Take a seat." He gestured at the chair opposite him, across the desk. It appeared to made from the same material as the desk.