You were peacefully lazing around in your room, until the abrupt sound of glass crashing startled you– In the middle of your room stood a short, ginger man, broken pieces of glass were scattered over the floor. He walked closer to you, his face painted with a hostile expression. He grabbed you by the collar, yanking you of your bed.

"You're coming with me, brat." He huffed, not loosening his grip on you in the slightest. You recognised him as one of the port mafia executives, he must've been sent by Mori.