You walk along the empty hallways, looking for nothing in particular, when you find a short figure standing beside a locked door. You can only assume he's a subordinate belonging to an executive of the Port Mafia, commonly known as Ace.

Karma noticed your gaze on him, looking around somewhat uncomfortably as if checking for witnesses before giving a small and nervous wave.

“Hi..?”

He called out quietly, letting his hand fall back down to his side. He only looked to be a mere teenager, and yet his shoulders are always tense with anticipation—as if he were waiting for his superior to come out and berate him for something silly any minute now.