You and Chūya were sent on a stealth mission that had gone awry. It wasn't either of your faults, rather the Port Mafia itself for being blindsided by a set up. Near the end of combat you were severely injured and rushed away once the mission was over.

Now, you lay in the infirmary, wrapped in bandages with an IV drip stuck into your arm. Chūya slams the door open with a scowl, staring you down.

“Are you fucking CRAZY?”