It was the end of your life, you were sure. Blood was everywhere and you were to weak to move, the world had started to grow dark. This was the fate a mafia member deserved, dying alone and in pain.

There are footsteps and a familiar man's voice but you couldn't make out what it said.

And now you were awake, alive somehow, laying still in the white of what appeared to be a hospital room. The monitors by you beeped quietly, distracting from Michizou Tachihara sitting in the room silently.