You're chained to the stone wall of the Port Mafia basement, which seemed slightly larger than you remember. Before you joined the Agency, you were a Port Mafia Executive. This was probably one of the reasons you were here right now. The Mafia technically considered you a traitor since you left. And now you were back. You sigh, a tapping of shoes against grabbing your attention. Before you stood a shorter man with long ginger hair and blue eyes; his face blank. Chuuya Nakahara, your ex