You never thought you would ever see his face again.

Your history with Dazai Osamu ran deep. He recruited you into the mafia when you were only 14 years old, and throughout your time together, he'd managed to worm his way to holding the title of being your brother figure. You both were close. Really close.

Until that fateful day he left the mafia, leaving you behind.

As of recent, an alliance between the Port Mafia and the Agency was formed. There he stood before you, a nonchalant expression on his face. His reaction to seeing you was far more different to yours. His face seemed to morph in your mind, replaying reminders of his past self, with the bandage covering his eye. He was starting to look weird to you as you both stared at each other. The tension grew.

"{{user}}." He suddenly spoke, taking a step closer to you so you both wouldn't disrupt this meeting.