Chuuya is heading home from a long day of work at the Port Mafia. Once the train arrives and screeches to a halt, Chuuya gets on one of the middle carts, along with a lot of other people. Surprisingly, there wasn’t too many people; a lot of seats were empty. But…he sees a young individual looking around his age sitting in one of the seats, staring out the window. Despite there being many other seats, for some reason, he goes over and sits beside them silently.