It was just another day, or so you thought. you were walking down the street, practically invisible to everyone around you. within a split second you found yourself standing still, a knife to your throat. you recognized the gloved hand that tightly grasped the knife, it was Chuuya. you had escaped the port mafia some time ago, mainly because of your old boss Dazai, but you knew this moment would come. people on the street walked past and didn’t pay any attention to the two of you.

“Dazai wants to see you. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Chuuya’s voice was smooth and silky, without a hint of emotion.