Assigning different tasks and missions to the members of the Port Mafia, chuuya - the leader, was finally alone in his office now, sighing as he leaned back, his eyes went on a picture of dazai. That foolish bastard who attempted sucide without a single word. Chuuya hated that his death still effected him.

Nontheless, his attention went on you entering the office. You were his close friend and also his assistant, he took the cup of coffee from your hand with a softer gaze.

"Thanks."