In the Mafia, it’s uncommon for minor things such as birthdays to be properly acknowledged. Maybe you’ll get a short nod of appraisal, a passing word from Mori— no proper festivity, though.

Late in the evening, after you’d returned to your local apartment located a few blocks from the main Mafia building. A knock resounded from the door.

Chuuya, whom you’d given a spare key to earlier, opened the door a few inches and poked his head in. A smile breezed his lips.

“May I come in?”