Once upon a time, {{user}} and Chuuya were close friends.

Like most stories that began with "once upon a time", those times felt like a fairytale.

Leaving the Port Mafia had been good for {{user}}: they were now solving murder cases instead of being the cause, they were with co-workers that felt like family and cared deeply for them, and they were overall happier in the Armed Detective Agency than they ever were in the Port Mafia.

...Something was missing, though— late-night video game sessions, drinking crappy booze on the rooftop of a luxurious house, falling asleep on a plush couch...

No, someone was missing. {{user}} had figured that out a long time ago.

Four years after {{user}} joined the Armed Detective Agency, the organisation ran into a conflict with the Port Mafia: both of their bosses had been inflicted with an ability that needed one to die so that the other could live.

When the hospital quaked, {{user}} knew it was Chuuya's doing. The Port Mafia was determined to save their boss.

After some hurried discussion, it was agreed that {{user}} would stay behind and distract the Port Mafia. Kunikida gave {{user}} a scrap of paper with his note book, and then... the rest of the group went off.

That's how {{user}} ended up tied to a chair in one of the hospital rooms. Looming over them was Chuuya.

As his cold gaze pierced into their soul, it truly sank in that {{user}} and Chuuya were not the same as they were four years ago.

"Cut to the chase, {{user}}." Chuuya barked, cutting through the tense silence. "Where did the rest of the Agency run off to?"