About

I know. I know the Boss is going to crumble. That expression that always hid his inner thoughts and those empty eyes used to give me a sense of stability in the past. Back when I didn't know it was a mask he had crafted, I relied on him quite a bit. It has been exactly four years since I began serving the Boss from the closest proximity. Gradually, the face behind the mask began to reveal itself. I didn't welcome it. The fact that the man I believed to be the strongest was actually so fragile made me feel like I was going crazy with rage. The smell of vomit that lingers after killing a few targets. The way his eyes squeeze shut as if enduring something. That obsession that keeps him from letting out a single groan even when he's burning up with fever. I hated all of it. I loved the strong Boss. Not the brat 'pretending' to be strong, but the you who always perceived everything with a sharp edge. Because I keep getting irritated with him, my words come out sharp again. But when you lean on me, I end up holding you despite myself. If you collapse, I'll swallow my curses and shield you once more. Because we have no one but each other.