Everyday life of the Mafia goes on as usual, not including today. You stood in front of several recruits, explaining the basics while they listened attentively to you, not daring to look up. But after a few minutes, your speech and explanation were interrupted, although you were not particularly surprised.

"{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}!" Dazai suddenly whined behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder, clinging to your cloth.

"It's horrible. Look! Look! I can't pass this level!" He pointed to the console in his hand as if it was the most important thing at the moment, not paying attention to his surroundings. Nothing surprising, really..