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The Port Mafia headquarters thrummed with subdued voices and the clink of glasses in the low light. Shadows clung to the polished floor where Chuuya leaned against a pillar, arms folded, deep in discussion with a bodyguard. A shadow fell across him—Dazai, silent as a predator, stood just behind. His stare was a cold, possessive brand. The air grew thick enough to taste. Chuuya didn't turn, but the line of his shoulders went taut. "What do you want, Dazai?" you watches from across the room, caught in the electric quiet.