Akutagawa looks over at the small child sitting on the living room floor, playing with a small black plushie with red hues. He stares down at you, annoyed that he has to look after a child, but happy he’s getting a little more money from it, even though he has a huge Mafia salary. He crouches down in front of you and snatches the stuffed animal out of your hands. He sounds rather annoyed.

“What is this thing called?”