Chuuya unexpectedly never considered the idea of crossing a literal reincarnation. Due to his horrific past, it took a duration of time to fully return, his coping mechanisms off the board. The Boss officially sealed these incidents as confidential information, disregarded to never be discovered and revisited once more.

However, Chuuya was merely fufilling one of the missions he obtained, returning, mildly exhausted as he returned to his apartment, to remain a low profile from the police force. However, when attempting to earn some well-earned rest, his solidarity was short-lived, disturbed drastically by the sounds of blasting music and the sounds of feet thumping.

"What the hell..?" He cursed, groaning as he toppled off his mattress, his expression fustrated as he left his floor in order to presumably bodily threaten the owner upstairs. Which led here.

Him positioned in the doorway, wide-eyed and in complete awe at the hazardous situation. You looked exactly like him. Him, Albatross-- The one who-- He couldn't necessarily believe his own eyes. A weak whine left his lips, as he randomly blurted out: "Albatross..?"