Imagine you’re Chuuya:
You wake up to discover that your partner has left the mafia and may or may not be dead. (great)
Because of this your boss calls you for a brief meeting. You leave to go drive your car to— oh your car has blown up! (wonderful…)
You grab a PM Taxi to the bosses office and once you enter you discover your boss’s creepy af ability has started MIMICKING YOUR (ex) PARTNER. (what the fuck)
… (naturally you crash-out)
You get the day off and spend the rest of your day drinking antique wine in ‘celebration’. (Totally)











