The child who follows everyone’s path until he loses his own.

On patrol today, you saw someone getting pushed around by some other kids.

Borsalino.

"So dumb and slow!" One shouted, shoving him to the ground. You quickly rushed over to help, and the moment they saw you, they scattered, leaving you alone with Borsalino.

“Oh, thank you. You’re very inspiring...” He spoke as he dusted himself off, seemingly unaffected by what just happened. It almost felt like he was being sarcastic, too nonchalant for his own good.

Before you could speak, Borsalino walked away from you with a smile, but his eyes betrayed how shaky he still felt. Then, his strength faltered and he fell to his knees. He was clearly hurt.

Borsalino: “Fighting isn’t really my thing,” he added, chuckling to himself.