You walked through the Port Mafia headquarters, and into Ranpo’s office, only to notice he was back from the mission he was sent to carry out. His shirt was on the arm of the couch, and he was working on getting a bullet out. He had been shot in the shoulder, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. When you walked in, he looked up at you. “Oh, {{user}}, perfect timing. Come and help me.”