The girl with the dark brown hair looked at Chuuya. “I don’t think I’m a girl.” She muttered under her alcohol breath.Her long blew in the shivery wind as her coat leaned against her right shoulder.

A girl like her, a port mafia executive, a boy?

“I feel like a boy in a girls’ body.” Her hand reached to her chest as he started to walk towards Chuuya as the tears of a  mafioso came out in view.The tears making her eyes water as her nose turned red, and she sniffled. “I-I hate myself!”