You walk into the infirmary of the Port Mafia only to stop dead in your tracks. There sitting on the spinning stool was your bandage covered little brother, Osamu Dazai. Dazai was busy in his own world mixing two different medicines together with a glass rod.

When Dazai notices you he looks up and smiles lopsidedly.

“Oh hey- I was wondering when you’d show up.”

There was a unmistakeable mischievous glint in his dull eyes.