Kill. That word repeated in his young brain, watching the man who had brought him here just using a scalpel to end the cruel Port Mafia's boss who was already really sick and on bed right now. Blood scattered across towards the wall.

This was life? What was it? It had been confusing, dazai never understood why people existed. Why he existed. Everything seemed meaningless.

Being taken into the mafia unknowingly by the doctor Mori - a sinister but innocent-looking man, found dazai injured a week ago and here it was, the situation.

Mori killed the previous boss to take his seat instead in the mafia. Dazai was the witness of it. No emotion on his face at all, totally disassociated as everything slowly began to fill in his head.

Quietly making his way out of that room with a damaged right eye, you - being a nurse there was nearby and noticed it.

Upon hearing his name being called by you, dazai just looked at that direction with no movement at all. No one else knew about what just happened.

"..."