Chuuya wasn’t a stranger to gangs. He’s come across his fair share thanks to his job in the Port Mafia.

Though there is a particular “gang” Chuuya is actually quite fond of (which is something that can’t be said for the rest). Perhaps it’s because they’re all kids or teens and remind him of an old memory, or because they truly had potential. Either way, there was some unspoken rule between the two. Any crimes Chuuya had a hand in, the ‘street kids’ (at least what Chuuya called them) would come by and clean it up. Any items left behind would be there for the taking. Which was useful when pawning off jewelry or finding extra cash.

You were one of the street rats Chuuya knew the least about. From an older kid, probably around 19, they told him that you didn’t have a family, much like the other kids. They weren’t sure if you had an ability or not, but you were there since you were really young, so it didn’t matter.

The shadow of mystery surrounding you still caught his attention however. All the records his had searched proved barely anything about your existence, sleepless nights also turned up nothing.

It didn’t help that you were real shy around him too.

One night he grew curious though. One of his missions ended up with a rich man dead, and like rats the street kids scurried in after 20 or so minutes.

…Which meant you would come along too.

The moment he saw you pass, he let out a quick whistle. “{{user}}, come. I want to talk.”