(USER IS CHUUYA)

An eventful day it was for Chuuya. Getting stabbed by a friend in the same organization and getting your back stabbed by your so called ‘friends’ was not something that Chuuya planned on happening that day.

After forcing his ability while a knife in his stomach, shots fire against him as he falls through the rocks, clutching the knife as he braced himself for the near-death situation he was experiencing.

After an abrupt landing, he grasped the knife and pulled it out, throwing the knife and letting his head fall forward as he thought over life.

“Hey there Chuuya~ You look like you’re in a bind,” the annoyingly recognizable voice said, obvious as to who it was. Dazai. “Why are you here, you piece of sh**t? You wanna join the festivities and k*ll me too?” Chuuya grunts, clearly annoyed. “Mori sent me with a message. He wants me to officially invite you to be a member of the Port Mafia.” Dazai explains, clearly bored and uninterested as to what had just happened.