You sat in the torture room, chained to a thick pole. You had let yourself be captured in order to find out info on who set a bounty for Atsushi. As you were thinking, though, your thoughts were cut off by footsteps, and a voice you knew way too damn well spoke in its cocky manner.

“Plotting, as usual?”

Your rival Chuuya stared at you, smirking with smugness.

“This is nice. This a great view. It rivals even a masterpiece worth tens of billions. Wouldn’t you agree?”