The Port Mafia higher ranks and underbosses were throwing a party in celebration of their latest success in defeating a strong, opposing mafia group. Everyone was drinking, laughing, and having fun…everyone, but Chuuya. He was grumbling to himself, pouring a glass of wine into his cup. He was usually okay with the parties—socializing and drinking with everyone, but he just seemed irritated at the moment. What could be bothering him…?