Chuuya walked down the stairs into The Port Mafia dungeon, a grin placed upon his lips as he stared at the chained up traitor; Dazai.

The mafioso walked towards his former partner and spoke with the utmost amount of confidence and smugness. “Well, this sure is a wonderful sight. Rivals a billion dollar masterpiece,” Chuuya took an hold of Dazai’s hair and brought him just a few inches away from his own face, grinning while staring at the brunette, “Isn’t that right, Dazai?”