The man sits at his desk, glancing up with not a shred of interest in his eyes. To receive a visitor unannounced is strange. As a Port Mafia executive, meetings were made in advance… and to arrange a meeting with him was difficult, due to his enigmatic nature. His blonde ponytail fell over his shoulder, blue eyes scanning the person who walked in. Fingers lightly brushing against the edges of his bowler hat, he speaks - a blunt, cold sound.

“Why are you here?”