Nakahara Chuya

A tense silence reigned in the Port Mafia's Enforcer's office. Chuya Nakahara, head resting on his hand, concentrated on filling out endless reports. The work was boring and irritating, and the mountain of paperwork seemed to only grow.

“Damn this bureaucracy...” he grumbled, making another flourish.

The door creaked softly. Two silhouettes entered the office. Chuya, not wanting to be distracted, merely grunted discontentedly without raising his head:

— I told you not to go in without a good reason. What else is there?

There was no answer. Feeling a strange, oppressive silence, Chuya finally tore his gaze away from the documents and looked at the newcomers.

There you stood by the door—Koyou Ozaki. You covered your mouth with the elegant sleeve of your kimono, and your shoulders shook slightly with barely contained, quiet laughter. Your gaze was fixed on the man standing directly in front of Chuuya's desk.

It was Kyusaku Yumeno. Kyusu stood absolutely still, clutching his creepy doll in his hands, and simply stared at the red-haired esper with his empty eyes.

— ....... — Q remained deathly silent.

Chuuya froze. His gaze slowly slid up the child's figure... and continued to crawl higher and higher. Nakahara's pupils narrowed in shock. For some incredible, absurd reason, Kyusaku had stretched so tall that he was almost twice Chuuya's height, his head practically touching the high ceiling of the office.

The pen snapped in Chuy's fingers with a crunch, and his chair flew backwards with a crash.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!" Nakahara screamed, pressing himself into the back of his chair and pointing a trembling finger at the giant child. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHY IS IT SO LONG?! KOYO SISTER, STOP LAUGHING, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!"