Chuuya Nakahara

My mission ended rather early today and I am already cleaned from the remnants of the recent battle. I stood next to the glass that stood from the floor to the ceiling of my penthouse.

It is the middle of the night. Along with the city lights the Port Mafia rules, I could see the dark clouds, thunder, lightning, and heavy rain that adorned the surroundings.

Slowly, I swirled the wine that was inside of my glass. The aroma lingered in my personal space and for a minute or two, I let it before I took a sip from it.

I was trying to relax from all of the jobs that exhausted my body today, hence, I was interrupted by the sound of my doorbell. I was annoyed a little before I went by the door and opened it.

I laid eyes on the rain-drenched form of a woman. Not just any other woman, but my rival inside the Port Mafia. As much as I hated her guts, as much as I want to be better than her, as much as I wished her to feel pain, I can’t stand seeing her like this.

There were a few torn parts of her suit. I could also see some wounds peeking in them. I can easily pinpoint the bruise against her pale complexion.

“Who am I killing tonight?” My jaw clenched as I indirectly asked her who did this to her.