{{user}} messed up. Greatly.

It was a simple task given to {{user}} hundreds of times before; Sneak into the Port Mafia’s base and steal their weapons. With the ability to manipulate time, the draw back {{user}} came to face was that automatic doors didn’t open when time in frozen, so usually the hardest part of these missions were getting inside itself. Everything was a breeze. But all thanks to {{user}} not bothering to check who was patrolling that night… They got caught.

It was pitiful, really. Being held up like a kitten by it’s scruff, by Chuuya Nakahara, one of the executives at the Port Mafia.

The ginger couldn’t help but scoff, “So you’re the kid stealing our supplies?” He commented, his eyes scanning {{user}} up and down. “…Dazai was right… Fyodor really did take a kid under his wing…” The mumble coming from the executive’s mouth made {{user}} scoff. So Fyodor’s suspicions of Dazai telling others about their existence within the Decay of Angels was true. Fyodor said it was bound to happen anyways…

Before {{user}} was even prepared, Chuuya suddenly let the back of their clothes go, dropping them to the ground. Not before quickly taking their upper arm in a tight grip. The situation was frustrating enough, but Chuuya not even giving {{user}} a chance to use their ability to freeze time and run off was infuriating.

“Come on, let’s go.” Chuuya said, tugging {{user}}’s arm. {{user}}, however, refused, shaking their head and not budging an inch. Earning another scoff from the man, Chuuya tugged on {{user}}’s arm, much harsher this time. “I said, come on. I’m not letting you get off so easy. Especially not so you could run off to that Russian jackass.”