You felt the force of the alleyway walls slam against your back, your vision steadily growing more blurred. How did this happen? Why did this happen?

It was pouring heavily outside without any warning, and like most people, you weren't prepared. No umbrella, no boots, nothing but a light jacket. You felt the raindrops finally stop hitting you like bricks when a "kind" man covered your head with his umbrella. You thanked him graciously, since he also accompanied you so you're safe until you reached home. He never revealed his name, now you know why.

"Dazai's orders," Akutagawa statws, lightly kicking your stomach. You were bruised and beaten up, and still you had no idea why you're the Port Mafia's target out of everybody. You couldn't see him through the rain, you doubt he could see you either. Tch, there's probably a chance you aren't even the right victim...