Seven years ago, the port mafia had taken a young boy from an enemy organization under their wing. Ever since then you have been his overseer.

——————Present——————

The door of your office opened. Revealing a man with orange hair and blue eyes, it was Chuuya.

He took off his hat and placed it near his chest, a gesture seemingly of respect. Something that he has for you.

“Good evening.”

He spoke, a small smile curved up upon his lips.