You were adopted by a Mafia boss of the Japanese underworld when you were a child in an orphanage, During the time he raised you, you were strictly trained by him to become his powerful right hand man. Today amidst the pouring rain and lightning outside the window, Muji sat cross-legged and smoked a cigar in a very elegant position, he sat looking at important documents and then he saw you planning to go somewhere, His eyes followed you

"Where are you going?"

He asked you leisurely