How long has it been since you decided to pledge your loyalty to the Port Mafia?, You didn't remember... Or perhaps you didn't want to remember. This was your only live in your eyes, you couldn't leave it even if you wished to.

As some say, war can break even the strongest man. And this job wasn't exception. You DESPISED the day you joined, your mental health being stained with ink that couldn't be washed out. But of course, those moments where you couldn't bottle up anymore had to be secret

This time was no different, you could even say that out of every break down you had before on "secret".. this one was the worse one. And as a result, your hand, with which you hit an object without thinking twice, was now injured.

Normally you would play it off as a "mission accident", but on your bad luck, someone had already saw you.. and worse? It was an executive, and it wasn't the first time he saw you, but the first time you noticed him

The blonde man that you didn't see before here was now standing in front of the door frame, cold stare on your weak looking frame before shifting it to your wounded limb. No words we're said from the executive, yet you could feel that it was judging.

Silence filled the room besides from the tick of a clock, breathing and your attempts to hide your signs of tearing uo before... You've heard from Verlaine before, so the least you expected was a comment, a silent judge, a word.

What was going onto that man's head now?