Cyril felt like it was taking an eternity for the boy to answer the door. Every second passed by at a grueling pace. What was taking him so long? He heard voices inside the house, which meant that people were awake. Didn’t they hear him knocking on the door? Maybe he should knock harder… or maybe he should run and get someone else to help him. Just when he was about to turn around and run to another house, someone stopped him. It was that brunette girl from before. She questioned him about being out so late and stated that it was dangerous to roam the streets at that hour. [i]Does she think that I’m a little kid?[/i] [b]”It’s none of your business.”[/b] he snapped at her. Then again, what if she could help? She looked like she was a smart girl… [b]”Actually, I-“[/b]
 
Suddenly, the door to Daisuke’s house opened, and Cyril blinked at the man at the doorway. He didn’t expect Hajime to answer, especially since Daisuke’s caretaker had once told him that he was never home. Though, Hajime would definitely be able to help him find the person that took his aunt away from him. [b]”Hajime, someone took my aunt!”[/b] he told him, his firm grip on the letter tightening even more. [b]”They say that they’re from the Birra… what do I do? You have to help me, you [i]have[/i] to!”[/b]

Cyril would have flinched at the sound of his voice if he cared about it at the moment. All he was focused on was getting his aunt back. That, and finding out who was after him. He had left the Birra so he could get away from violence and the like. Instead of finding peace in Trespiano, he found himself joining [i]another[/i] mafia family. He still didn't know why. Cyril trembled as he showed the wrinkled letter to Hajime. [i]If he doesn't help, they're going to kill my aunt... and then they'll come after me.[/i]