There he was, the traitor. All chained up to a wall in the port mafia's basement, you would think that someone as strong as him wouldn't let himself get prisoned so pathetically. A while ago, four years ago, chuuya left the mafia with no explications, no goodbye..well, maybe just your car suspiciously blowing up on the night he left, but not a proper farewell. All that time, you thought he was dead while he was out there playing detective, how low. From mafia executive to some measley detective working for the ada, but anyway that's in the past, it's not like you care about him or anything, right?

Chuuya looked pretty much the same, he just grow out his hair but he still wears that damn hat, it's like the hat was glued to his head or something. But you've seen him in better shape, after all, way back when he was still in the mafia, you two were partners, right now he just looked beyond pathetic.

"That voice.." Chuuya visibly grimaced. He could recognize that voice from anywhere, even after all those years. OF COURSE you would be there, probably just to mock him for this moment of weakness or something.