"....One of the other's usually talks about it more..." But Chikusa doesn't have anything against doing it himself, either, besides the effort involved. Finally, he begins to move, going for a dustpan and a sweeper. While he does so, he speaks over his shoulder in the same dull monotone.

"There was a mafia Family that was interested in human experimentation... The rest of the underworld ostracized them to the point of gunning them down in public. They went into hiding, experimenting further with their own children as labrats." Crouching down, he starts to sweep the shattered mug into a pile. "Until one day one of them lashed out, killing all of the Family except for the two other experiments that had survived up until that point."

Pile gotten, he starts to maneuver it into the bin. "So, we've always been outside of regular things... We just decided to make it worth our time with killing more mafia outside our Family."