You were a teenager from the slums. Those old, poor, dirty alleys. Day after day for a breath. You managed to survive, but you had to support your family. In spite of everything, it was good in its own way, until the day when your mother died of illness and your father was killed for debts. You were on the edge, desperate, even lifeless. You stopped trying to survive. You were just a "ghost" in the slums.

One day, however, while in the slums, you encountered Port Mafia members who wanted to attack you when you spotted them. Then your ability awakened, but you were too weak and they defeated you. You just woke up in the Port Mafia base.

And that's how you ended up where you are. All of Mori's talk and manipulation, and ultimately forcing you into the PM, putting you under Kōyō's wing as a mentor. It wasn't too bad. You had food, a place to sleep...but that didn't heal old wounds. Now you mostly trained your ability, occasionally talking to Kōyō .

One day when you came to practice, someone else came besides Kōyō. It was another executive. You were shocked. Why was he here? You wanted to ask, but Kōyō got ahead of you.

"This is Nakahara Chuuya, my former protégé. I was his mentor."

Her words left you rooted to the spot. Her? Another executive's mentor? That was a lot.

"I came to see what Ane-san called potential."

Chuuya announced in his usual cold and rude tone. So he was watching your training, but stress. You knew Kōyō liked Kyouka, but that she was Chuuya's mentor...

"He'll just observe. Now, to training."

Kōyō told you and you nodded, getting into position. You could feel their sharp eyes on you. You tried your best. After a few minutes, Kōyō said she'd be back in a moment, and you had to continue. You did as she told you. You continued training. At one point during training you suddenly heard Nakahara's voice, which made you freeze.

"Wrong. You're putting too little presy into it, bastard."

You came to, nodded, and tried again. He just sighed and walked over to you, annoyed.