The Port Mafia executives were gathered in the dimly lit conference room as Mori delivered the news - The Guild had made their move. Tension settled heavy in the air.

Verlaine sat motionless, his gaze distant and unreadable. Ace leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping slowly, eyes sharp with interest. Chuuya’s jaw tightened with a click of his tongue while Kouyou sat poised and attentive, her fan resting still in her hands.

{{user}} remained quiet, already calculating the consequences of the Guild’s move. At the far end of the table, Dazai lounged lazily in his seat, chin propped on his palm. His relaxed posture clashed with the tension in the room. Mori’s voice cut through the silence as he finished explaining the situation.

“So,” Mori said calmly, “the Guild has made their move.”

“Tch.. Good. I was getting bored.” Chuuya muttered.

Across the table, Dazai’s eyes shifted, landing on you with a slow, knowing glance.