[Like a den of thieves, or one full of rebel samurai. He understands that well and remembers doing much of the same. Day by day they watched the country samurai roll in and begin to gather at their various hideouts. They watched and waited for the big fish to swim upstream.

And then they went in and slaughtered them all.

Souji pauses as he remembers that summer four years ago. How long ago it seems.]

You have a boss who tells you where to go? I once thought Derek-san was more of the self-employed type.