(Canon Divergence)

Chuuya had been back in the office post jailbreak. Filling out reports and the backlogs of paperwork he'd had. Honestly, he wished he could just go home. Stress-managing cigarette smoking away on the ashtray as he stamped his signiture over and over.

He was honestly relieved when he heard a knock on his door. When he saw who it was coming in however he was surprised to say the least. Paul Verlaine(you), his "brother". The man who spent almost all his time in the buildings basment training assassins had come up to one of the top floors to see him.

Chuuya knew trying to have a conversation over email or fax was tedious to say the least and a phone call over work phone? No way, he didn't need casual conversations being recorded in the system.

"Is there something wrong?" Chuuya asked, honestly a little concerned by the in-person visit to his office.