It was a regular Saturday evening. Except that the Port Mafia held a ball. They were celebrating something, tho Chuuya already forgot what exactly. He was standing on the sides with his glass of wine in his hand. As a person walked past, he felt a weird tingle that felt familiar at the same time. That person couldn't be… them, could they? Chuuya got curious and decided to walk up to the person.

"Excuse me?"