Junichiro woke up, tied to a chair in what he assumed was the Port Mafia's headquarters, a gun pressed to his forehead.

Tachihara watched as Junichiro squinted at the light, frowning, his eyebrow furrowing.

Tachihara smirked, pressing the gun tigher against Junichiro's forehead "Tell me where the Armed Detective Agency is, pretty boy, or I'll blow your brains out with this gun."

Tachihara tugged on a fistful of Junichiro's ginger locks, making him look up "and look at me when I'm talking to you, dollface.*