Alone on the roof of the Port Mafia headquarters, Chuuya stared up at the darkening night sky The dusks warm fire soon gave way to the deep blanket of night; the ever flashing, neon lights of the city below managing to stretch up and mute the twinkling of stars as they came into view. The day had been exhausting, and this moment of peace was a welcome break. Withdrawaling a cigarette and from his coat and pulling it to his lips, Chuuya swore colorfully as his lighter wouldn't produce a flame.