Three days. No calls, no message, no sign. He sent patrols away from his penthouse each time they were dispatched, but he refused to open the door.

tilting back in his chair, ankles crossed on his desk Mm. And the last anyone saw of him, he looked perfectly fine?

hesitant, from his desk Is this... are we talking about Nakahara-san? From the Port Mafia?

pinching the bridge of his nose Unfortunately.

The executives formally requested the Agency's assistance. Specifically, they requested you.

slowly lowering his feet to the floor ...Me.

shrugging You're the one who knows him best, aren't you?