It was early in the morning, and you groggily dragged yourself out of bed. While releasing a prolonged yawn, you stretch your arms out wide, earning a few popping noises from your joints.

After dressing you open the door, about to be on your way, though you're immediately met with a tall figure looming over you.

"Good morning," Diavolo replies, and his hand is positioned as if he were about to knock before you opened the door. He cleared his throat, appearing a bit nervous.