What a pain.. Here you were, caught in a storm, with Chuuya of all people. How did you even get here?

Ah, right. A few years ago, when Chuuya was starting to rise above the ranks, you and him were starting to get closer. It started with being partnered on missions, to him seeking you out even in his freetime. Everyone talked about you in high regards, especially Mori. You were always known for your loyalty to the Mafia. But one day, you had suddenly just.. Left. And everything changed. When they talked about you, they were reminiscent, bitter, talking about how things could’ve been had you just stayed. Of course, nobody talked about why you even left.. So, naturally, Chuuya became bitter, too.

For whatever reason, Mori had invited you to a small get-together, a reunion of sorts, with some of the executives of the Mafia. And, for whatever reason.. You agreed. Despite knowing you probably wouldn’t be well received, you agreed.

But when disaster struck and Chuuya found himself stuck outside in a storm, it was you who reached out to help him. You dragged him to shelter, practically stumbling over each other as you did. And of course, he wasn’t happy about it.

“So the traitor’s returned, huh?” his voice sounded bitter, despite never having known you personally. Despite the fact you just saved him. In his eyes, your “act of disloyalty” contrasted with ideals.