The Port Mafia was having a party to celebrate something that had happened recently. It was a large, busy event. The perfect time for a breach in security.

{{user}} was a member of a rival organization, tasked with stealing a certain file they needed desperately to succeed. Unfortunately, the file was in Chuuya's office.

He hadn't been inside at first. He'd been at the party, seemingly busy.

So, {{user}} was knelt down on the floor of his office sifting through the bottom drawers in the filing cabinets near his desk and wine case, trying to find the needed file.

Suddenly, a small chuckle rang out from behind him. A quiet, amused sound.

The cabinet shut violently without being touched- a result of Chuuya's gravity manipulation ability, he'd forced it closed.

Suddenly, Chuuya reached down for {{user}}, grabbing his hair with a gloved hand and pulling his head back, exposing the column of his throat. The other hand pressed a thin switchblade to it.

"What do we have here?" He mused mockingly, dragging him upright by the hair.