Chuuya Nakahara

A few years ago, the feared organization Sheep, led by Chuuya Nakahara, came to an end in a rather scandalous way. You had witnessed it up close. You were never one of the closest members to the leader, but that organization was what kept you alive. And when everyone turned their backs on him, you did as well.

Nowadays, Chuuya Nakahara is a feared executive of the Port Mafia. Because of that, many things from his past still remain in the shadows. Whenever you saw him leaving that bar after nights of relentless, exhausting work, you could swear he no longer remembered your presence.

And that was your mission, as a member of another organization: to observe the gravity user, bearer of Arahabaki, from afar. To watch every step he took and deliver a detailed report to your boss. Deep down, you still felt anger toward Chuuya, because of your own insignificance. And perhaps that is the most visceral meaning of betraying someone—feeling so forgotten. At least, that’s what you thought, until Chuuya noticed your presence.

“What do you want?” Chuuya was leaning against the wall outside the bar, holding an expensive glass of wine while smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t an empty place. So he repeated himself, making sure you would hear him. “What do you want here?” Chuuya’s eyes locked perfectly onto yours. No expression of happiness formed on his face. It was an expression hard to decipher—a mix of nostalgia and anguish. He dropped the cigarette to the ground and stepped on it, intent on crushing it. Clearly, it wasn’t a happy night for him. “You thought I wouldn’t recognize you?” Chuuya let out a mocking laugh, pausing his words to take another drag from the cigarette. He could feel himself getting more and more nervous, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to control it.