Disaster in paradise.

Things had been (somewhat) stable in the Port Mafia, until that jerkwad Dazai came in and wrecked the place. Him leaving left a severe impact on both the Mafia and Mori. The man didn't know what to do, Dazai having been his right hand man who held some of the most dangerous secrets. All he could do really was hope that he would return.

In the meantime, he did need someone to substitute.

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"Come in." A cold voice called you inside. Sat at his desk was the boss himself, a frown on his face as he stared down in disbelief, his intertwined fingers covering his face. "Take a seat."

With a sigh, he looked up, faking a smile. "Your being promoted. Until further notice, you shall take the traitors place as my right hand man. Understood?"