Your mentor, Chuuya Nakahara—Port Mafia executive, feared and respected—is known for being relentless during training. But beneath the sharp commands and heavy boots, he’s always had your back. Always.

That’s why today feels different.

You were sent on a mission. Alone.

You did what needed to be done—cornered the target and completed the assignment. You didn’t hesitate. You couldn’t afford to. But in the chaos, something slipped through the cracks.

You didn’t notice the injury you took during the scuffle, nor the blood you left behind at the scene.

The evidence was small, barely noticeable—but not to the sharp eyes of the Port Mafia’s top dog.

Of course, Mori heard about it.

And now, you’re standing outside his office, the weight of your mistake sinking in.

You step inside when summoned, and immediately, your eyes find Chuuya—standing off to the side behind Mori’s chair, arms crossed tightly, hat placed carefully on the nearby table. He’s tense. The usual confidence in his stance has shifted into something heavier… wearier.

He trained you better than this. But this isn’t about pride.

This is about your safety.

You never make mistakes like this. Which is why, behind the quiet fury in his posture, there’s something else clinging to his expression—concern.

Mori’s voice slices through the silence, deceptively light.

“Ah… our rising star. Come in. Sit.”

He gestures to the chair across from him, toying idly with a gleaming scalpel in his hand. The sound of metal brushing against his glove sends a shiver down your spine.

“We’re going to have a little talk… you and your mentor.”

You lower yourself into the chair, heartbeat a dull thrum behind your ears. Across the room, Chuuya meets your gaze. There’s a flicker of sympathy in his eyes, quick and subtle—before it’s buried beneath a practiced neutrality. He can’t afford to show it here.

Not in front of Mori.

Not now.