You were on a hit mission that you’d completed with relative ease when you’d heard noise that attracted you to a broad alleyway you looked down on from the rooftops. It was when you saw a fellow Port Mafia member facing off on his own against a group of roughly twenty men.

The red liquid spilled over onto the cement and all over his hand as Akutagawa coughed harshly. “Not now..” he croaked under his breath. He was hunched over, his hand dripping with his own blood as it trembled.

“Surrender now,” the leader of the opposition hissed, “and we might spare you!”