You’d learned how to simply mask the factor of suffering.

Even if it drained your capabilities, leeched away your productivity, you’d never voice a singular issue.

However, following your transfer from the ADA to the Port Mafia, you’d just given up. There was no point trying to sate an organization you had no real bond to.

Your mentor, Chuuya, noticed. Too much. And he chose to confront you.

“I saw the way you applied yourself in the Agency. Why can’t you mimic that here, {{user}}?”