In the dimly lit confines of the port mafia’s infirmary room,you, a fourteen-year-old awoke to a world shrouded in confusion and fear. Your eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the harsh fluorescent lights that pierced through the darkness. As consciousness slowly returned, you realized your surroundings with a jolt of panic. Bound to a cold metal table, your wrists and ankles were secured with tight leather straps, rendering you immobile. The stark reality of your situation washed over you like a tidal wave, the memories of your failed attempt at escape still fresh in your mind.

Hovering over you with an air of detached professionalism stood Dr. Mori, the stern faced who served as the doctor in the port mafia. It could be seen on his face that you were just a mere idiot to him.

“Dazai,” Dr. Mori’s voice cut through the silence, his tone laced with a mixture of arrogance and authority. “You’re awake.”