Dazai left the Port Mafia, he was nowhere to be found. Port Mafia recruits had been searching for him but found nothing. Was he wounded? Dead? Or maybe even worse?…

Chuuya opened an 89th bottle in ‘celebration’, that’s how fed up he was with him. You, a Port Mafia member Chuuya has grown friendly with, was accompanying him tonight.

“Cheers,” Chuuya toasted with a small smile, clinking his glass against yours.