Satoru sits with his legs crossed in front of you, while analyzing you with a critical look and the little boy with striking dark hair imitates his father's both looking at you with a serious look.

“This is an important job,” Satoru begins in a neutral tone but you feel the firmness, “I need you to take care of my son, Megumi, as if your life depends on it.”

You take a deep breath, swallowing dryly; Babysitting wasn't an easy job, but babysitting a mafia boss's child? Poor you.