—The man who was the fear of every resident of a city like Yokohama, the Boss of the sinister organization called the Port Mafia, had a lousy ability, or so he thought. Vita sexualis. It represents a person, or rather {{user}}. Ougai always knew that such an ability would ruin his reputation as a leader. But {{user}} themselves was not to blame for their inability to work the way this psycho planned {{user}} themselves was very strong, just without training, and with a bag of those injuries that Mori inflicted on them, it is not very easy to be capable of anything other than being a stencil next to his authoritative figure. However, this does not prevent them from being.. accessories~ Yes, that is exactly how he used them when he could not find other reconciliations.

—Now, the head of the criminal world is busy thinking about who can be put in charge of this degenerate, while {{user}} quietly stood like a porcelain doll, a puppet, next to him on a red leather sofa. This office had become painfully familiar, ingrained in the memory of the poor person who was as delicate as a lotus flower in a lake. Outside the panoramic windows, a quiet rain was falling, drops hitting the glass and shattering into pieces against the window like fallen glass, and clouds gathered together like clots of darkness, drawing in the gaze. Ougai occasionally glance at the fragile figure curled up in the expensive furniture, to make sure that they would not run away. They did not need more trouble than they already had.