The man whom Irie identified as Shamal leaned forward threateningly, his voice a mere growl at this point as he folded the paper in his hand with one swift motion. The lax smile that he usually wore was nowhere to be found, now replaced with a disturbingly nonchalant expression that made Irie realize that this person wasn't the same man who introduced himself as their school's nurse.

Irie… didn't know this man.

"I'll ask you again. Since when have you been hiding him?"

Irie wanted to scream (again), take a few step backwards and make a run for it across the continent. But with the door closed behind him and his almost non-existent stamina, he doubted that he could. It didn't help that Shamal had this look on his face which told him that he won't be leaving this room- not unless he gave him the answer to his question.

"...About," Irie gulped, voice breaking, "A-about three days."

Shamal clicked his tongue and the red-haired teen flinched in surprise.

"It's been days?" the man muttered to himself, incredulous and angry. He raised his head and pinned Irie with a dark look, scowling.

"Tell your friend to stop listening in and to drop whatever he's holding. I'm not going to harm you." Irie was pretty tempted to retort with, You could've fooled me, but instead, reluctantly opened the door to let Spanner in with a miniature device resting within his hands. The slight frown on his face told Irie that they had the same thing in mind.

The doctor scratched the back of his head and sighed. He cast a sideward glance at the - surprisingly still - unconscious brunet before speaking.

"Listen, I'll be frank here," he began, "You should leave this person to me. You can't continue doing whatever you've been doing here for the past three days. It's… dangerous."

Spanner's eyes narrowed. "And how do we know that we can trust you? You barged in our apartment unannounced."

Shamal huffed. "You don't understand. It's best that you trust and listen to me right now."

"We don't understand," Irie repeated, "We just found him on the street, unconscious and seriously wounded without anything to identify him by. Don't you think it'd be weird if we actually did?"

The man raised an eyebrow at the sudden confidence the usually stuttering student has taken on.

"First of all, to answer you," he pointedly stared at Spanner, "I'm not the one that you should be doubting. It's this guy," he gestured towards the brunet, "that you should be worried about. Second of all, it was wrong of you to take someone unfamiliar within your own home and look after them. No matter the circumstance, in any other scenario, had you done the same thing, it would have been game over."

Shamal's voice took a sharper edge. "In fact, has it ever crossed your mind that what if this person was a criminal or a murderer?"

There was a beat of silence in which Spanner and Irie shared a confused look.

"You say it like it's the truth." Irie frowned.

Shamal handed the paper he's been holding towards Spanner and watched with a bitter smile as Spanner drastically paled.

"That's because it is," Shamal replied.

It was a small cut out of someone's personal background information, no doubt confidential. There were no pictures but there was a description of how you would be able to identify him based on his appearance.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi," Irie read over Spanner's shoulder, "Aged 15, a c-convict imprisoned for… for murdering," his breath caught, "and… betraying his own Famiglia at the… age of-"

Their eyes widened.

"...5."

"This teen that you took in your own home without any suspicion was bound to inherit the most influential and strongest Mafia Famiglia in the world. He killed his own men with bombs that the Famiglia itself has constructed and created. He was just a child when he was taken by the Vindice to Vendicare not too long after the incident. I assume that you have a very good idea of who the Vindice are and what Vendicare is, considering that you managed to gain access to the deeper parts of the net some time ago. I'm also quite positive that you deal with some underworld business."

Spanner wasn't surprised and he didn't feign to be at Shamal's knowledge of what they've been doing. What did surprise him, however, was the age in which the brunet has committed his crimes. It was impossible to have achieved such a feat at such a young age.

"5-years-old? Are you kidding me?" Spanner intoned incredulously. "He's… a child. He couldn't have taken out a bunch of trained professionals!"

"He's bound to inherit the strongest Famiglia. Five years old or not, he came from the Mafia."

"But that's-"

Shamal heaved a heavy sigh. No matter what I say, it looks like I won't be able to get through them.

"I shall propose you an offer then," he said evenly as he took something from his pocket and smiled.

"Die protecting this murderer," he raised his arm and aimed a gun at their heads, "or live forgetting Sawada Tsunayoshi."