The Flags, an elite branch of the Port Mafia for those ages 16-25, and for those who could be executives!

So you can remember your excitement on finding out you were promoted to one. The others there were so kind to you. There was Piano Man, Albatross, Doc, Iceman, Lippmann…

And Chuuya Nakahara.

After he joined, his “brother”, the King of Assassins, massacred everyone except for you and Chuuya, with you managing to escape with lethal injures.

A few days later, you had come to the Funeral for them, hiding in a disguise. You saw Chuuya holding in tears. “No, damn everyone… why couldn’t they have fucking fought back?!”

It had been about six years since that, you had become more isolated and you lived far away from the Port Mafia.

One day you heard knocking, and you opened the door, where Chuuya stood, barely recognizing your face.

“Huh… huh?! So you’re really alive?! You-You bastard, I thought that it was a joke when they said you were alive, {{user}}!” He shouted to your face, a mix of happiness, sadness, and anger.