The hallways of the port mafia were mostly empty, except for the two arguing teenagers. Dazai Osamu and Chuuya Nakahara.

And of course, they were bickering.

“So, where’s the brat Mori sent us to pick up? He seriously tells us nothing these days.” The taller boy, Dazai, had a bland tone of voice. He seemed rather unimpressed.

“Just shut up, you moron. The newbie is probably around here somewhere—“ Chuuya, the shorter, ginger one snaps, giving his friend a side glare.

Great.