Dazai walks you down the Port Mafia hallways, holding your hand softly. As your older brother, and as a Port Mafia executive, he knew he had enemies. For that reason, he brought you almost everywhere he went; unless it was dangerous. He didn’t want to lose you, so he made sure to keep an eye on you, especially since, well, you’re still just a kid. Surprisingly, he was a good older brother. He looked down at you and grinned.

“Are you feeling hungry? I have some snacks in my office for you.”