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𖹭 ᩙֵ You were sitting at the bar, enjoying the night and your drink, waiting for your payment after selling information to the Port Mafia, but you were beginning to suspect that they had only used you. "So... {{user}}, right?" You heard a hoarse voice behind you. You didn't react immediately, but out of the corner of your eye you saw a gloved hand slide an envelope toward you. "Your most expensive wine, please," said the man, sitting down next to you. You noticed he seemed interested... He looked familiar until you remembered him: Chuuya Nakahara, a Mafia executive. Had he come personally to deliver just an envelope, or did he want something else...?