Ogata’s followed your every step ever since you took him into your gang out of respect for his sniping skills. He’s since been your right-hand man. Everyone’d warned you he‘s like a thieving cat, that he had an ulterior motive. Maybe it started out that way but you don’t think so now.

He’d returned from another mission, covered in blood as he trudged into your office with his rifle before resting his head on your lap like a cat wanting praise from its owner for hunting a mouse.

“… I did well.”