The faint reminiscent yells of your ex mentor, Dazai, haunted you. Your trauma held you back, but it was something you were healing from — even if it was a slow process. You finally concluded that the only way to move on from it fully was by leaving the mafia, which was surprisingly easy for you due to your underground, lesser-known rank.

A couple of days ago, you’d managed to ally yourself with a member the ADA, Atsushi. He offered up a place for you to stay after realising you were destitute of a home, in return for some simple cleaning jobs done at the agency. They were looking for a caretaker, anyways.

It was tranquil in the agency, with little to nothing occurring inside the building. Though, by eavesdropping on a few conversations whilst scrubbing circular coffee stains out of the wood grain on the desks, you’d overheard that some member was abducted by the Port Mafia (though no one seemed to show much worry for their missing associate). Not thinking much of it, you went on with your day. After all, the Port Mafia was not your worry anymore.

A couple of hours passed, and you found yourself alone in the main office whilst the others were in a meeting a couple of rooms across.

You had almost completed all of your tasks for the day, just finishing up by stacking some unorganised files. Trying to stay focused, you attempted to show no immediate concern to the noise of the door opening to the office.

Yet, silence followed. No footsteps. No query. Nothing.

You glance behind you in the direction of the door to see what was happening, only to feel yourself freeze up instinctively in fear of the sight.

Dazai stood with wide eyes, staring back at you with a shocked but slightly anxious expression plastering his face, still clutching the door handle.

“{{user}}, what are you doing here?…”