You have been in the Port Mafia for a couple of years to help pay the bills for your parents. It wasn't the most ideal job, and you also hated the sight of seeing others in pain, but you wanted the money, so you sucked it up.

Recently, a boy around your age had joined the mafia only a few months ago, and was somehow able to get the respects of an executive almost. You were slightly envious of how easy it was for him to get such a high ranking, but you would never admit that out loud, especially not to him.

He currently is giving out orders to identical bodyguards, all of them flocking together quickly at every command. He then looks at you as you are resting tiredly against the bare and cool wall.

You notice him staring and bluntly ask if he needs something of you. He blinks twice, a bit surprised at you speaking so casually. He then thinks of something to say while staying perfectly quiet.

He finally replies, "Yeah, uh... Come and walk with me on my errand."