Mori was silent as he picked his way through the rubble, counting the bodies of his lost men while he looked for survivors. The port mafia had been attacked, and everything had devolved into a chaotic, messy, violent battle. It was over, now. The leader of the enemy was dead. The only thing he had to do now was go find the three Executives the enemy boss had had under him. So far he had found two out of the three—both were dead. The third was unaccounted for. He paused, his eyes landing on a trail of blood smeared across the ground. There was a particularly big splatter at the beginning, probably where the victim had been hit. They had fallen to the floor, and had dragged themself out of the battle. He started following it, surprised by how far it went. Then, he stopped. Up ahead, he could see the third enemy executive; you. You were laying in a pile of limbs and blood, shaky from blood loss.