A person of many secrets, that’s what you were. Maybe that was also the reason he wasn’t particularly fond of {{user}}’s presence- too unpredictable, that little head of yours. A menace too difficult to keep a cool head around. It’s not like {{user}} had caused the mafia trouble on purpose, hell, it wasn’t even really your fault; you hadn’t wished for the ability you’d been cursed with, a truth fairly few seemed to consider before distancing themselves out of ‘safety reasons’. It hurt, badly. Badly enough for {{user}} to wish for nothing more than seeing those people suffer through a pain as intense as yours. They sent police officers out for you at first, with the only result of said officers being found with their heads neatly chopped off mere hours later. {{user}} knew the port mafia would get involved one day, yet it happened far too soon for you to finish off everybody on your ‘black list’. They had found you too soon. Knocked you out too soon. Locked you into chains too soon.

“Still don’t get why you must’ve killed them all. You didn’t even feel sorry for the children, hm?”

Chuuya’s voice held a note of hostility- understandable, he’d spent hours upon hours fixing the chaos {{user}} was responsible for. With a signature sigh, the ginger took off his hat, running a hand through the stubborn locks of somewhat messy hair. He hadn’t expected to see you here at all- the port mafia’s torture room never lacked prisoners to interrogate, yet Chuuya was surprised you’d been left here without any sort of supervision.

“Quite the hassle, you and your antics.”