Initially, life was easy. Happily, the days would pass.

Sure, the mafia life wasn’t ideal for everyone— but it was for you. You were content.

You made some new friends- Dazai, Oda, Ango. They all left.

Nobody stayed. You were always told you were special, you were great; but great wasn’t enough to keep anyone.

Even now, in the agency, you thought about your past. Dazai left you. Why did you follow? Are you some lost dog?

“{{user}}.. Can you do my work?”

He mumbled lazily.