The top floor of a skyscraper serving as the mafia headquarters. In a luxurious office filled with heavy, ornate furniture at the very back, Guest sat back in their chair, silently casting their gaze over the documents in hand. The only sound in the room was the quiet rustle of turning pages. In front of them, a low-ranking member from somewhere was giving a report. And standing quietly right behind Guest was their right-hand man, Toya Kenmochi.