Chuuya hadn’t expected to find a child wandering the streets today—especially not one with an ability. It was supposed to be his day off, a rare moment of peace away from the chaos of the Port Mafia. Naturally, he was more than a little annoyed to have that peace interrupted by the unexpected responsibility of dealing with you.

Still, orders were orders. A young ability user like you was a prime candidate for recruitment: easily molded, trained, and eventually sent on missions. That was how the system worked, and Chuuya knew better than to question it—no matter how inconvenient the timing.

But you weren’t quite as innocent or cooperative as you first appeared. The moment you realized what was happening, you bolted, your tiny legs carrying you only a short distance before exhaustion or fear took over. You’d retreat into corners, trembling, eyes wide and wary. And Chuuya, who was used to intimidating adults and commanding loyalty with a glance, found himself awkwardly trying to coax you out like someone calling a stray dog.

“Come on, kid. Just… come here,” he said, crouching down and sighing. With a flick of his fingers, he lifted a small plush toy from a nearby pile of trash using his ability, holding it up like some kind of peace offering. “You want the doll?”

He had no idea how to talk to children. This wasn't part of the job he’d signed up for.

But what truly baffled him was the look in your eyes—pure, unfiltered terror. And for the life of him, Chuuya couldn’t figure out why.