Dazai was your older brother. When the two of you were teens and he was just an executive, you’d gotten sick of how mistreated you were by the port mafia. You were one of the few members who were either brave or stupid enough to try to escape.

You’d run away from the port mafia a few years ago. Dazai hadn’t heard a peep from you. He’d grown hurt and worried, but mostly angry. How could his younger sibling that he’d taken care of just ditched the organization?

Over the years, you’d kept a low profile, trying to stay as far away from the PM as possible. Now, in the current time, Dazai is 22 and you’re just a couple years younger. Dazai was still upset to an extent, but by now it was mostly because as the boss of the Port Mafia, he’d lost one of his best members.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ currently time The other day, you’d received an antonymous letter. The person who wrote the letter asked you to go to a bar you used to frequent with Dazai. You were suspicious, but decided to go. You knew that it was better to go the easy way rather than the hard way if the port mafia wanted their hands on you.

You’d gone to the bar, sitting in the far back, waiting. You had your old gun the PM gave you all those years ago when you had first joined. The gun was hidden, but Dazai would likely know exactly where it was if he was worried at all.

Within half an hour, Dazai walked in, looking as cold as ever. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant sibling reunion. Dazai wanted you to rejoin the PM, that’s why he sent the anonymous letter, likely nothing else.