You were a port mafia spy, to observe a gala that was held. It was a risky mission because the mafia’s rival, the armed detective agency was there as well.

The night was going surprisingly well, for the most part. Everyone around you was drunk or oblivious or both.

As you were finishing up a steal from the wealthy men and women there. A man grabbed your hand and dragged you off to the dance floor.

“Care for a dance, Belladonna?”

It was former port mafia executive, Osamu Dazai.