The mission was over. It failed to make contact with any potential allies of the Port Mafia. They were killed. Well, that happens.

Chuuya was sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette. You were sitting next to him. Several bodies were lying nearby. The man peeked at you.

Since the meeting took place at one of the drainage canals that flowed into the bay and then into the sea, there was blood and water during the fight, in which they managed to get dirty.

His eyes slid from your face down to your neck and then to your chest, where the fabric of your clothing stretched and clung a little tighter to your skin.

Chuuya frowned, exhaling a puff of smoke.

"Fuck..."

He muttered to himself, hastily turning his head aside.