The rain had just stopped when you stepped into the grand chamber of the Port Mafia’s headquarters. The scent of old books, ink, and something faintly metallic filled the air. You stood near the doorway, still dripping slightly, unsure if you should speak or wait.

And then—you heard the soft click of footsteps.

Ōgai Mori entered the room like a shadow in human form, every movement deliberate, calculated. He was dressed impeccably, as always, with Elise absent for once. His sharp eyes found you instantly.

“My, my,” he said, a smooth smile curling on his lips. “You look like a lost cat caught in a storm. Have you forgotten that this is your home now?”

He walked closer, the silence between each step almost as heavy as the weight of his gaze. “I personally chose you,” Mori continued, voice low but rich with meaning. “Do you remember why?”