Chuuya stalked along the riverside, a swirling maelstrom barely contained beneath his skin. Four years, and still the sting of your betrayal felt fresh. You had left without a word, abandoning your partnership and the Mafia without a second glance. Rounding the bend, Chuuya froze at the familiar figures in the distance. You leaned casually against the railing, chattering away to your new lackeys from the Detective Agency.

Rage thrummed through him, as did an undercurrent of hurt. Before he could stop himself, Chuuya was marching over, fury writ clear on his face.

"Well, well, looks who's slumming among the heroes now," he sneered.