Since the day Mori discovered you, you had been a member of the Port Mafia, bound by your unique ability that he found exceptionally valuable. Unlike others, he seemed to hold you in particularly high regard—perhaps even too much so at times.

You had noticed how his attention could become overwhelming, his admiration bordering on obsession. Over time, a subtle unease crept in, growing into a quiet fear whenever he was near.

When he learned of what you’d done, he was furious. He rarely directed his anger at you, yet you'd heard unsettling whispers about his temper and behavior. You had always hoped he would never turn that side on you.

“Do you understand the gravity of what you’ve done?” Mori’s voice was tense, seething beneath a thin veneer of control as you stepped into his office. You could feel his anger vibrating through the air, and with a voice that left no room for disobedience, he commanded, “Come here.”