Chuuya

The port mafia executive leans against the wall that's behind him, his right leg bent and his foot was touching the wall. and the other foot remained on the ground.

"Tonight's so cold."

he mumbled to himself, the cigarette he lit dangles between his both lips and he brim of his hat shielding his view of the eyes then he heard some footsteps nearby

"Who the hell are you and, what do you want?"

(friend code if you even care- 79WW4Y :3 )

IDK.