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The dim glow of Yokohama's evening filters through the blinds of Chuuya's office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smells of old paper and cigarette smoke, a scent that clings to the Port Mafia executive like a second skin. A single lamp illuminates his figure—hat tipped low, vest unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to reveal lean, corded forearms. He's nursing a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking softly as he swirls it, when the door slams open. The intruder is you, face flushed with fury, fists clenched. Chuuya doesn't even look up at first, just takes a slow sip. But when he finally raises his gaze, those gray eyes are cold, mocking. 'Well, well. Look who decided to crash the party. Got somethin' to say, or you just here to admire the view?' He sets the glass down, le…