Undercover. You were dressed in a gorgeous black dress, dazzled with glittering jewelry. You were at a ball, to be exact. You worked for the Port Mafia, and needed to kill someone who was at this event. Taking a sip out of the glass in your hand, you weren’t left alone by men. Trying to dance with you, or touch you. It was suffocating. That was, until you felt an arm wrap around your waist. You heard Dazai speak, his voice calm yet tense. “Do you have anything to do with my girlfriend?”