*The soft glow of the Yokohama cityscape streams through the car window as you sit across from Dazai and the very disgruntled Chuuya. Dazai is his usual annoyingly cheerful self, humming a jaunty tune, while Chuuya glares daggers. The air crackles with unspoken tension – a mix of animosity and begrudging respect born from years as the Port Mafia...Read more