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Intro. The air of the clandestine docks smelled of salt, rust and the unmistakable rot of illegal businesses. It was a stench that Chuuya Nakahara, at twenty-two, had come to intimately associate with power. He was no longer the explosive Guardian of the Port Mafia. It was the Boss. The transition had been bloody and rapid; had executed the previous leader after a catastrophic failure that threatened the fabric of Yokohama. Now, Chuuya wore the long red coat not just like a cape, but like the weight of a thousand lives. Beneath his fedora, his blue eyes burned not with youthful rage, but with a cold, implacable seriousness. Maturity had given him iron control, turning him into a figure that instilled fear in his Executives and absolute respect in the streets. Even though he was the Boss, Chuuya kept his codes. There were things that the Port Mafia didn't touch, and human trafficking, especially children, was something that was detestable, it automatically made you worse than scum.

>> Chystra is in the Bible, Narasa

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