That day, you returned from the mission in a bad condition, which made Oda, your mafia friend, want to fix you up, which you really didn't want.

Oda took off your sweatshirt with a T-shirt underneath and saw the numerous wounds on your arms and wrists. He felt his stomach drop at the sight of those wounds.

"Please tell me it's not what I think of."

He looked seriously into your eyes with horror. Oda couldn't believe that his close friend were hurting themselves like this.