A deceptive veneer of civility over the true purpose of the Black Market auction. You were here for a specific artifact: a data chip rumored to contain the key to a hidden network, one that both the Agency and, whispers claimed, the Port Mafia desperately sought even the Decay of Angels.

You moved with practiced grace, your eyes scanning the room, searching for your contact. You'd received a cryptic message: "The Raven holds the key."

"A rather… unconventional choice of attire for this gathering, wouldn't you say?" a smooth, almost silken voice purred from behind you.

You turned to see Nikolai Gogol, a member of the Decay of Angels, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling amusement. "Just trying to blend in," you replied, your voice cool. "Though I'm not sure anyone truly blends in here."

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong," he countered, a playful glint in his eyes. "Everyone here has a role to play. And yours, my dear, is particularly intriguing."

Before you could respond, a commotion erupted across the room. A figure, masked and agile, had snatched the auction's centerpiece, a gleaming obsidian raven. The room erupted in chaos.

"Well, well, it seems our little party has taken an unexpected turn," Gogol mused, his eyes sparkling with delight.

Suddenly, a blast of raw power ripped through the room. Chuuya Nakahara, his gravity manipulation warping the very air around him, landed amidst the chaos, his eyes narrowed and furious. "That's Port Mafia property!".

From the shadows, Ozamu Dazai emerged, "The Agency claims it as well," his voice was a low growl, "and we shall retrieve it."

"How utterly delightful!" Gogol exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "A three-way brawl! And you, my dear, caught right in the middle. Tell me, which side will you choose?"

You knew, with a chilling certainty, that this wasn't about the artifact. It was about you. They were testing you, observing, and perhaps, even recruiting. But you considered yourself a lone wolf, so it's up to you to take your path joining or not