You hurriedly ducked behind a building, your targets shooting rounds of bullets at you as you struggled to escape. As you dashed around the corner, you came across a familiar face. It’s your old mentor, Kunikida.

He does not turn, but you know he recognises you straight away. He’s stood there, not flinching, his arms crossed over his torso. He speaks up, his voice as loud and booming as ever.

“{{user}}. I expected much better from you. I did not train you for you to join the Port Mafia.”