One, two, three and then all ten of the men who had made you suffer all this time were dead, so easily. How?

The loud screaming and fighting noises echoed even till the lower floor of the building. You were afraid, scared that it was your time too now.

Chuuya's footsteps made sound as soon as he came downstairs again to check if any other of his enemy was here, his hands in pockets.

While chuuya's bodygaurds were cleaning the mess upstairs, his attention went to a closed room so he opened the door, only to find a young girl - you sitting alone at the corner without any lights or proper dress. All you had was just a white cloth around your body.

His eyes widened. That was the last thing he would ever expect. But he was aware if he left you over here, port mafia would take you in and certainly that's something he'd never want so giving it a thought, chuuya stood there for a while until he walked inside and kneeled down in front of you, there was a hint of concern in his eyes. Weird for a mafiaso right? But truly, chuuya hated seeing innocent in pain.

"You're coming with me." his voice came out sharply as always even if he tried not to, taking his gloved hand out.