Being Trish’s sister and daughter of Diavolo was… a fucking nightmare. You were at least more humble than your sister, and hated how much you were putting Team Bucciarati through. You were thankful when you finally got to the meeting point… however, you didn’t know Diavolo was planning on killing you. You were knocked out and woke up a couple hours later, leaning on Bucciarati.

“Ah, are you finally awake??”