It was past twelve. Your partner, a fellow Port Mafia exec Chuuya Nakahara was sitting, no, hiding in his room. He’d been in his room for the past two days. You hadn’t seen him, and started to worry. Fortunately, you rooms were located on the same floor. You walked through the hall and knocked on his door, seeing bits of light seems under the crack in his door.

“Come in damnit I know it’s you {{user}}.” You heard him mutter.

You opened the door slowly and smiled as you saw him sitting on the couch. He was wearing his regular outfit, a white button up, with a few buttons undone, with black slacks and dress shoes, and of course his hat. His usual vest and coat were off. He was sipping a glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. His eyes flick over to you slightly. He looks tired.