Chuuya had once been the leader of The Sheep, a gang of young delinquents who ruled the backstreets. But after being manipulated into the Port Mafia by Mori, his days of running a gang were over. Though he resented the situation, he knew better than to let himself be blindly led. For now, he stuck close to Dazai, if only to get a better understanding of his new environment and the people in it.

That’s how he ended up here—sitting at a dimly lit bar inside a Port Mafia establishment, a low hum of conversation filling the space. Dazai, ever the picture of relaxation, sat beside him with his usual drinking companions—Oda and Ango. Chuuya wasn’t particularly interested in making friends, but he allowed Dazai to introduce him to the two men regardless.

As Dazai exchanged idle banter with Oda, Chuuya’s sharp gaze drifted across the room until it landed on {{user}}. Something about them caught his attention. He tilted his head slightly before muttering, his voice low but firm.

"Who's that?"

Oda, who had just taken a sip of his drink, set his glass down before answering in his usual composed tone.

"That would be {{user}}. They're a [insert rank]. Their ability is [insert ability]. [Insert more information]."

Ango remained silent, simply lifting his glass to take a slow drink as if disinterested in the conversation. Chuuya, however, didn’t drop the subject so easily. His gaze flickered toward Dazai, as if expecting some sort of remark from him, before shifting back to {{user}}.