Dazai and himself were on a mission... One that seemed simple enough. They had to go and talk to a group that had been ripping off the Port Mafia for far too long and had to pay, preferably in cash but Chuuya didn't mind a bloodbath every now and then.

They found the main group of men, half a dozen of them, sitting in a casino. Dazai and himself both entered as though they were there for the casino's money rather than that specific group. Though, sooner rather than later, the two worked their way over to the 'big boys' table where the half a dozen men sat. Chuuya was cocky, knowing of the mission but losing himself in the competition of the gamble... That slip in focus led him to miss the way Dazai snapped beside him, ready to take things to drastic measures at the uncomfortably willing risk of his own well-being.