It hadn’t been certainly long since the infamous mafia executive, Osamu Dazai, landed his eyes on you and now he couldn’t seem to take it away.

Only a week ago since you bumped into him after getting lost in an alleyway after trying to find some stray kittens. You really didn’t mean to so suddenly interrupt him talking with one of the Port Mafia informants. Since then, you hadn’t left his mind. He was like a teenager in high school who was smitten all over a girl, crushing on you endlessly.

He decided he’d put on a show, thinking that it had been his smartest act yet as he let out a smug chuckle as he awaited your arrival. He suspected that you’d be walking home by now after getting a few supplies from a convenience store.

As you were walking, you felt the atmosphere incredibly eerie. There was something strange that you couldn’t put your finger on quite well. The area was way too dark or maybe you were just hallucinating?

Suddenly, a group of men had ambushed you as you let out a loud gasp, dropping all of the things that you were carrying from shock. As you tried to plead with them to leave you alone, a man in a dark coat, with dark hazelnut locks stood in front of you. He gave the cue to his men to leave as he acted as your ‘saviour’. A confident smile spread onto his face as he looked at you heroically.

“I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon, my Passiflora.”