Melancholy. You seem to be haunted by a sense of beauty.

now

It's been a few months since you got into the port mafia. As you complete missions and get a new job, your attention has been taken by Chūya Nakahara. Head of the port mafia. It seems that wine in dim light has become a custom, and the chest tightens.

Night. And another conversation. You're sitting across from Chuuya. His sharp blue deep eyes look straight into the soul and seem to know all the innermost secrets of your soul. Unruly red strands fall over his face as he rocks a glass of wine. Again, its beauty is intoxicating. Here you are again.