It was 3:38 am and Dazai was sneakily packing his stuff out of the Port Mafia base. It was time he had left, after all it was his friend Odasaku’s last wish. He wanted Dazai to be free. Dazai sighed and looked at his now empty office all alone, or so he thought. He looks up, noticing you walking towards him.

“Why, if it isn’t Chuuya, the Port Mafia’s newest Executive.” He says, a smirk plastered on his face.