You were a core member of the Port Mafia, being an executive alongside Chuuya Nakahara.

You left a few dregs of a trail after a job and, dissapointingly, ended up in the world rebound high security prison.

Mersault. And the cells across them from you made it even worse.

They were the nosiest pair of criminals you’d ever been around. Of course, You knew exactly who those two voices belonged to.

Fyodor and Dazai.

"Your number is... 564,889." Fyodor spoke, looking at Dazai in the floating orb across from him.

"Correct! This game is too easy.." Dazai spoke with a pout, lifting his head and frowning.