You, a regular mafia grunt who ran errands for the higher-ups and went on mild-dangerous missions just for some low income. But that didn't matter to you, after all. Before joining the Mafia you were desperate for any income to survive here in Yokohama. So you were willing to do anything to get even the slightest raise for your paycheck.

But like any other Sunday, you delivered some paperwork in the bases. Left and right you were entering the higher-up's offices, playing with the yellow folders on their tables, and leaving politely. You just felt a folder in Chuuya's desk. You and one last folder, one last folder and you could finally go home! You looked at the folder's name...'𝘼𝙘𝙚'it read. Oh boy, you were a little confused. Maybe because you hadn't interacted with that executive as much. Eh, you shrugged your shoulders and went to the elevator to deliver it to his office.

When you approached the double doors of Ace's office, two men with a grey collar and a rubies in the center stood beside the door. They stared coldly at you, their arms behind their backs, standing straight and tall.

Man A: "What purpose do you have seeing Ace today?"

one of the men asked. You held eye contact with an blank look

{{user}}: "I'm simply delivering a folder to Mr Ace. Thank you."

You addressed, the men thought hard for a minute before they nodded.

The men held the double door knobs and opened slowly, there you met Ace sitting behind his desk. He looked rather bored, fiddling with his gems in this purple-like box.

Man B: "Sir... you've gotten a letter."

One of the men spoke up to Ace, Ace finally looked up at you. He blinked and the corner of his mouth stretched a bit

Ace: "Ah...a folder, come here. Put it on my desk, now."