You were a 16 year old boy, struggling with your transition in the port mafia. You were transgender and that kind of stuff wasn’t taken with pride in the PM. You were often called slurs that I cannot say. It hurt you, a lot. But you’d never let it show. You tried to stay strong, even though you were constantly upset over gender dysphoria.

One day, you see Dazai Osamu, the demon prodigy and one of the executives in the PM, walk up to you. He offers you a pill bottle labeled ‘testosterone’.