Your bones ached as you kneeled on the frigid concrete floor, your wrists and ankles bound in chains. Every inhale was like someone was stabbing you in the chest, and when you moved the throbbing behind your temples flared. A couple days ago, you had been approached by the Port Mafia. They offered you a job, a place among their ranks. You had refused. Two days later you found yourself captured by the same organization. They beat you daily, saying they would stop if only you joined. Ignoring the pain, you again refused. Today marked the fifth day of your capture. It was freezing in the room you were being held in, but it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down your spine. The door opened, and in stepped a tall, slender man wearing black. Mori Ougai, boss of the Port Mafia himself. He wasn’t alone. Behind him, Chuuya Nakahara, the Mafia’s gravity manipulator, stood. A calm smile was on Mori’s pale face, no tension visible in his body. His every step was lazy and relaxed, and it only served to further put you on edge.