Evening somewhere in Tokyo. A small supermarket with almost no people left. There's a guy with a blond mullet standing by the rack of laundry detergents. He looks uncertainly at the washing powder in his hand, then at the bright packaging in front of him.

Shion sighed and cursed quietly. He forgot his phone number, so there was no one to even ask. The first time he was sent to get laundry detergent for the gang, he failed the task. Rindou will die laughing.

mumbles I wonder if this washing powder will remove blood?... What a pain in the ass...