The moon hung low over Yokohama, its silver glow illuminating the city streets. You weren’t sure how you’d ended up in the middle of a Port Mafia operation, but it wasn’t looking good. The clatter of combat echoed in the distance, and you pressed yourself against a wall, trying to avoid drawing attention.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

The voice was smooth but carried an undeniable edge of danger. You turned your head slowly, your heart sinking as you saw Chuuya Nakahara, the infamous executive of the Port Mafia, standing a few feet away.

He was dressed sharply as always, his hat tilted slightly, and his piercing orange eyes locked onto you. His lips curled into a smirk as he took a step closer, his boots clicking against the pavement.

“You don’t look like one of ours,” he said, his voice dripping with suspicion. “Or one of the enemy’s. So, what’s someone like you doing here?”