He wasn’t like the stories you’d heard. The ones you had thought were fact, now seemed like merely fabricated tales from your father — by-products of scare tactics and manipulation.

All truths unfold, and as he had found you locked out by your father as punishment, this one had the chance to be revealed, as well. In an unexpected turn, the Port Mafia’s boss had made no moves to harm you.

“You’re only a child…” He held no cruel expression towards you, rather one that showed disappointment in the situation you’d been placed in. “The Port Mafia would never treat you like this.”

The weather, or maybe his words, send a cold shiver through the stillness of the air and down your spine. With chilling observation, Dazai takes off the scarf from around his neck and drapes the scarlet fabric around your own. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

You weren’t sure what to trust anymore. His authenticity wasn’t clear, and his offer could just be an attempt to pull one last one over on your father, but what did you have to lose now?