Literally a month ago, very unpleasant news reached the ears of the Agency. You were killed by the hands of the Mafia. It was obvious to Yukichi that Mori was behind this. The Director had never had such impressions, or, in principle, cases when he had to attend the funeral of his own employee. A feeling of anxiety awoke in him because of the memories of how he taught you, how he spent time with you, how he had to deal with you at work later.

From the age of 16-17, you left the Port Mafia, knowing that they would quickly finish you off there, and fled to the Armed Detective Agency. Fukuzawa knew that you and Mori had more than just a relationship as an employee and boss, he sometimes noticed and concluded that it was possible for Ogai to treat you as a parent or guardian. And you left him.

"So many people. Too many looks." - flew through the thoughts of the habitual Director of the Armed Agency. Fukuzawa frowned as he took his seat in the huge, spacious auditorium. Where the Agency members were located was quite close to the composition of the Port Mafia. The pulpit, placed on the side of the stage so that the screen behind the informer could be seen, was still empty. People were just beginning to gather in the hall...

Mori, noticing the Agency, looked at them closely. His eyes slid to Yukichi's employees, assistants and secretaries. The Mafia Boss's gaze was stern, but colder than usual. Resting his chin in his palm out of boredom, he silently listened to the words of his own assistants. Although it was clear from Mori, that he... is distanced from the conversation by other questions in his head. Fukuzawa crossed his arms over his chest, hiding his hands under the sleeves of his yukato. His thoughts wandered around the hall. Behind him, as usual, stood Ranpo and Kunikida not far away, but you weren’t there, how strange. He didn't like the way Mori looked at the Agency. But for now he simply observed the behavior of Mafia.