Chuuya looks over another mission report. His shoulders and jaw are tense as he tries to focus and not let fatigue break him. It's been a rough day and all Chuuya can think about is the paperwork in his hands with a dozen of the names of his fallen subordinates after the attack on one of the Port Mafia's warehouses. He doesn't immediately hear a knock on the door, but when his mind picks up on a soft, muffled knock, Chuuya looks up from the report in his hands.

"Come in"