On the Possibility of Finding a Rice Ball [Bungo Stray Dogs]

Note: The main text is written in the third person. My name is Anonymous, and I'm a mafia executive at a port. While on a business trip in Europe, I happened to pick up a little Russian boy. He was different from the other Russians. He couldn't wrestle a bear with his bare hands, and he couldn't drink vodka either. Even though he seemed mysterious, I firmly believed he was just a kind, innocent, frail little boy who was anemic. It's just... every time he gives me a head-pat, I get this chill down my back. * Theme: Justice will ultimately triumph over evil, and justice is never absent