Nobody in the Port Mafia had any idea how to handle the situation.

Tachihara suggested leaving you in a locked room, claiming it’d be safer for everyone. Higuchi, horrified, argued that it was cruel. Kouyou suggested that someone take responsibility for “babysitting,” but nobody volunteered. Ultimately, Mori decided that everyone would share the burden, leaving you at the mercy of the entire Mafia.

You’d been hit by an ability that reduced you, mentally and physically, to the age of three. Now, instead of a dangerous subordinate, they were stuck with a tiny, chaotic child running amok in their headquarters.

“This is a disaster,” Akutagawa growled, watching you chew on the edge of your sleeve.

“You’re telling me!” Chuuya snapped, lunging forward as you tried to climb a stack of precarious crates. “Someone get this kid under control before I lose my mind!”