The Port Mafia was thought to be untouchable. Unbeknownst to the leaders, there was a leak, and the Mafia had been compromised. The lower ranking members had been arrested, the majority of the rest having gone into hiding in the underworld. As it were now, it was just about every man for themself.

It wasn’t a manner of being incapable of taking on the government—not seeking the government out for a fight was a last ditch effort to preserve a good image.

Chuuya had been returning from another state on a mission when he received the call from Kōyō warning him. Nobody had heard from the boss. With that in mind, he wasn’t left with much time to figure out a plan upon his arrival in Yokohama.

Upon fleeing from the police, he wound up in your apartment’s area. It wasn’t the smartest idea, he knew it, but you weren’t with the Mafia and whether he liked it or not you could be trustworthy.

(You also cared more than you let on. Chuuya had picked up on that.)

He broke the lock of the sliding door on your balcony, stepping inside, unsure whether or not you’re home.