Chuuya was seeing red. Not the angry kind; the kind he saw when using corruption. The stress of you leaving the port mafia stung in the worst way possible.

"Oh, I do believe in killing the traitor. You know why..?"

His hands pressed against your neck, forcing you against the wall as if partaking in a deadly tango. This made his corruption subside, but not his anger.

"Because it sends a message."

His hands only tightened with frustration..