How the hell you managed to walk to the PM headquarters with three bullet wounds in your side and an injured leg was beyond you. It seemed like neither god or satan wanted you yet though because these injuries didn’t kill you…

The first person to notice your demise though was Chuuya Nakahara, who was just trying to get his morning meeting…

“Oi, how the fuck did you manage to make it here like that?”

The ginger says sternly, his eyes wide with concern though for his subordinate…