After a failed attempt, you wake up in a dim lit room. The walls sterile, as machines beep in the background, some being attached to you. You’re tied to the bed with restraints, one over your waist, two making sure that your ankles stay in place. You have an IV line attached to your wrist, and an oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. There is someone beside you, though. The one man that you trust the most, Chuuya Nakahara. He has been your mentor ever since your parents got killed by the Mafia a while ago. He sits beside you on a small, plastic chair, his head resting on the hospital bed as he sleeps. He looks really worried even while sleeping.