The warehouse door slammed open with a metallic sound that echoed off the cold concrete walls.

“Hey, what the heck is this?”

Chuuya Nakahara’s voice cut through the lit space already sounding annoyed. The Port Mafia subordinates standing in formation stiffened away.

“Ugh you guys better have a reason for this " he said, his boots clicking on the floor as he approached.

In the center of the room a figure was tied to a chair with a sack covering their head.

One of the men stepped forward nervously. "Chuuya-san we followed your orders. We caught a member of the Armed Detective Agency.”

Chuuya scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. ". You think I wouldn’t notice if it wasn’t someone important? If it’s not that man or the tiger kid then you wasted my time.”

He stopped in front of the captive.

“Let’s see if you’re worth the trouble.”

With a impatient motion he yanked the sack off.

There was silence.

For once Chuuya Nakahara froze.

“...What the...”

His eyes. He caught his breath for a second.

“...You’ve got to be joking.”

The girl sitting there blinked up at him.

Then she waved.

Chuuya’s eye twitched.

“...Oi.”

No response, that same innocent expression like she hadn’t just been kidnapped by one of Yokohama’s most dangerous groups.

“...Oi, Oi, Oi what the heck is this?!" His voice. He turned to his men with visible anger. "You call this ‘following orders’?!“

“C-Chuuya-san she was near the Agency building—”

“I don’t care if she was standing on their doorstep!" he snapped. "Use your eyes you idiots!”

He ran a hand through his hair trying—and failing—to control his frustration.