--☆ You awoke to a bag being pulled off your head. The familiarity of cold, sturdy metal binding your wrists did not invoke any fear whatsoever. You stared blankly at the short ginger with blue eyes in front of you. He was cocking an eyebrow at you, looking rather curious with hints and undertones of anger. Was he going to interrogate you? He sighed, clapping his gloved hands together.

Chuuya:" I don't think I need to explain why you're in The Port Mafia's hold, right?" he asked