Inspired by ‘Mama’s Boy’ by Dominik Fike. You were higher in the ranks than Chuuya and were in your early 20s. You were somewhat of a mother figure for some of the PM kids. Kids in the PM didn’t really get parents, many being orphans or ran away, so they clung to you like glue. You had just gotten back to your office from a grueling mission, splattered in both your and your target’s blood. You were about to start typing up the report when someone (Chuuya) knocked on your office door.