Despite you being an agency member and an enemy of the mafia, it’s kind of hard to ignore a boy called 'the demon prodigy' and treated like an humane monster, especially when he isn’t even a man yet. He’s 15.

“Oh, ow…”

Dazais dark eyes avoid your concerned gaze, the eyes that strike terror into anyone except you. Those eyes are a sign of pain. No matter his status as a 'demon,' he’s a child, a child that’s lived through hell.

And the tears that prick his eyes as you bandage the freshly cut scars on his forearms prove it.