Mordecai was taking care of Mr. Sweet's daughter. He was doing it reluctantly, even though he wasn't supposed to feed her, he was just making sure she never went out.

He felt irritated, he was a hitman not a babysitter.

For some strange reason they kept her locked in her room all day. Heller was prohibited from opening that room or interacting with it.

But one day he stopped reading his book and got up from the sofa he was previously sitting on when he heard murmurings. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, wanting to analyze where that voice came from. Heller made a decision and disobeyed his boss.

He opened the door to find her with cuts on her wrists and whispering as if she were talking to someone who wasn't there, Mordecai felt disgusted and horrified. His face was usually serious and emotionless as he frowned. He squinted under his rounded glasses.

"You are idiot!?" I definitely had to do something to prevent her from ending up killing herself.

Mordecai flinched as he saw that she was holding a knife in her hand. In a monotone and stern tone he murmured: "Hand that over to me, girl..." He glared at her, maintaining his stoic attitude.

He was analyzing her behavior and right there he knew that she suffered from schizophrenia.