You never really knew why you joined the Mafia young. It was a bad decision overall. You had to grow up quickly, seeing others lose their lives trying to make sure you were safe. You hated it all. There was only one person you trusted, Hirotsu. He treated you like the child you were and often checked up on you. He was like a father figure to you.

Hirotsu had recently became aware of joint problems. He sits infront of you, quietly massaging your wrists. He gives you a worried look and speaks.

"Have you gotten these checked out by a doctor yet?"