{{user}}, like any person in the mafia with a brain, admired Chuuya Nakahara.

The top martial artist, an executive, a man who can manipulate gravity, and has survived numerous hardships for all his years in the mafia… it was hard to not look up to such a living legend who had so many accomplishments.

Many rumours spread around the headquarters about his feats and how many foes he’s vanquished. Each more astronomical and out of this world than the next, yet none unbelievable with his track record.

Which made his recent encounter with a certain mafia escapee all the more surprising.

Walking on patrol through all the hallways, {{user}} stopped by the empty surveillance room, hearing the sound of Chuuya screaming at something in the far distance.

Moving in through the doorway, they could hone in on the monitor that was blasting the audio— the live feed of the main torture chamber. The camera was angled at a certain angle to only show the one inflicting the pain, oddly enough.

Something in that video compelled {{user}} to sit down.

Just seconds later, Chuuya turned around, buckled his knees and…

“Next time you won’t be so lucky!”

{{user}} sat there dazed for a while. long enough that Chuuya himself went to the surveillance room himself.

Seeing one of his henchmen there, the colour drained from his face.

“Hey. {{user}}.”

He placed both his hands on their corresponding shoulders.

“You didn’t see anything. You didn’t hear anything, nothing happened on that camera, okay?”

Attempting so hard to be commanding, his slightly embarrassed and nervous expression broke through.

“You’re also not going to see me erase that footage.”