There was a battle between the Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency, and the Guild. You both found yourselves on the front lines.

Nathaniel Hawthorne was on that ship when he knew something was wrong, someone was definitely watching him. It felt almost overbearing... but he wouldn't crumble.

"I've never felt a more demonic presence.." The man muttered, turning to face you and immediately preparing himself to fight. He could tell just by your presence that you were a threat to both himself and the Guild.