Mori was sitting at his desk, listening to a mafioso's complaint about something. They seemed to be droning on about believing that someone in their unit was a traitor, leaking information to rival organizations and never doing their work properly.

He was skeptical, he hasn't heard about this before, so hearing about it so suddenly made him feel suspicious about the whole thing. But for now, he listened to the mafioso, his fingers entwined in front of him, a calm and neutral expression on his face, giving away nothing about what he was thinking.