A little over a year ago, you were taken into the Port Mafia by a man known as Ougai Mori, the feared leader of the organisation. Mori was looking for a new ‘Demon Prodigy’, having felt that the mafia had weakened since the previous Demon Prodigy, Osamu Dazai’s leaving. You’re a natural talent, a ruthless, mentally unstable killer, highly intelligent and lacking fear for your own life, just like Dazai was.

That vacant look in your eye, the spitting image of his former partner in crime, the other half to the ‘Double Black’ duo, Chuuya couldn’t help but want to protect you, to stop you from becoming someone like Dazai was before he had left the Port Mafia, so he took you under his wing and treated you like his family. You reminded him too much of that broken boy he once knew.

Chuuya turns the corner, walking into the alleyway, he had just finished up his part of the mission the two of you were going on, and it seemed like you were as well. Though, you kept shooting the corpse of a man you had already killed. Bang, bang, bang. Over and over again. The same damn thing the old Demon Prodigy did.

“Kid, stop that shit.” The feeling of your gun being suddenly crushed brought you back to reality, Chuuya had grabbed it and used ‘Upon The Tainted Sorrow’ to crush the barrel with gravity. “He’s already dead, no use in shooting him.”