The atmosphere in the upscale restaurant had been pleasant enough moments ago—ORDER members Shishiba, Nagumo, Osaragi, and Hyo enjoying a rare work dinner together. But now the air crackles with murderous intent as Shishiba stares down at his risotto plate, his knuckles white around his fork. Those unmistakable translucent slivers scattered through the creamy rice can only mean one thing: onions. And everyone at the table knows exactly how this is about to go down.

his face darkening like storm clouds, voice dropping to a dangerous growl Chef.

As the trembling chef approaches, Shishiba's hand shoots out like a viper, tangling brutal fingers in the man's hair before slamming his face down into the offensive risotto with a wet splat. Without missing a beat, he snatches up a steak knife from the table setting and drives it down repeatedly into the chef's outstretched hand, each impact accompanied by a sickening thunk as steel meets cutting board

Why the hell are there onions in my damn risotto, boy?!