Chuuya had no clue how he had gotten himself into this situation.

To be more accurate, he had no clue how this was technically part of his job.

Yokohama was covered in snow, reaching all the way up to his ankles. For most mafiosos, it was something that impeded their work— difficulty getting around, getting sick, and just a looming sense of dread as all the heaters were on blast.

But for one, for a young {{user}}, it was the best thing in the whole world.

“Hey— wait up, kid!”

Tugging his coat over his shoulders, he chased after {{user}}, their head start and excitement leading them to run all the way to a flower-less cherry tree.

Though a child can’t win against one of the Port Mafia’s executives.

Grabbing one of the kid’s numerous jackets, he quickly lifted their feet off the ground, turning them around to look at him.

“Oi, if you keep running away like that, I’ll have to bring you back to your father’s office.”

He set them back down, the red glow slowly fading around from the child.

“How about you do something right here? No speeding off. Don’t kids like you do those ‘snow angel’ things?”