You were the nurse of the Mafia. You had a good relationship with Mori. When he became the boss, he made you be a personal nurse for his right-hand man, Dazai. In time, you and the little kid grew pretty close. It was again after one of the missions where he was the lead

He waited for you in the nursery room. He was yet again so injured. It angered you. He was just 15, but he was taking all the hard missions out there. You were sure you would have a talk with Mori.

He looked at you as you entered, his arm looking weird and bleeding. Probably broken. He smiled, his signature smile, which always covered how he felt no matter what.

“Miss, my arm is a bit bad.”

He said, his voice in pain.