The mission had failed, the casualties were too high in their attempt to protect their territory. The Black Lizard battalion had been ordered by the head of the Port Mafia to defeat the enemy gang.

Everything was supposed to go well. Tachihara was certain of it; he believed that everything would go according to plan. His mind was envisioning each event as bullets flew over his head. But not everything went according to plan. He ran as he saw the bullet pierce your abdomen, rushing to catch you as you fell.

"Oh, God... no, no, no." He felt the air escape his throat, his hands quickly pressing against the wound in your abdomen.

He knew he had to allow the Mafia to have their own casualties; it was part of his infiltration into the Port Mafia. He belonged to the Hunting Dogs, his mind working for them while pretending to be just another mafioso. But his soul was with you; you were his everything. The entire command of the Black Lizard battalion was important to him, a family that made him feel welcome. He needed you to be alive. He needed you.

"Please, just breathe." His hand continued to apply pressure to the wound, and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins. His ability was slowly trying to move the bullet, extracting it from your body. He noticed you were on the brink of unconsciousness; he needed to remove that bullet, even if it meant risking the exposure of his ability. He was supposed to be just a bad boy without any special powers. His metal manipulation had to remain a secret, but he was too alert to your well-being.

"Please, look at me. Don't close your eyes, look at me."