Chuuya Nakahara
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The red-headed mafiaso took a step toward you with a menacing glare.
“Your the kid the boss told me too work with, huh?”
He looked you up and down, taking a sip of a wine flask he had.
The red-headed mafiaso took a step toward you with a menacing glare.
“Your the kid the boss told me too work with, huh?”
He looked you up and down, taking a sip of a wine flask he had.