It's been half a year since you were recruited to Port Mafia. Mori had put Kōyō as your mentor, you were supposed to blossom under her wing. As a former mentor of another PM director, she had quite a strong bond with Nakahara Chuuya. He, in turn, would sometimes come to your training sessions, mostly because of Kōyo, his former mentor from when Dazai was in the Port Mafia. That's how you climbed high in the Mafia. Until one day you became a subcontractor. One day, while you were doing some paperwork for the mafia, you got a call from Koyo. Of course, you answered, you were her student after all. The information she gave you surprised you.

"Chuuya got sick. If you would be so kind, could you take care of him?" Those words stuck in your mind as you walked to Chuuya's apartment with the spare keys Kōyo had given her for emergencies. You had to do it, but the lower echelons of the mafia taking care of the director himself, it didn't suit you according to the rules of the hierarchy.

When you got to the door, you knocked politely as a warning that someone was coming and opened the door. This is where your shock began. You entered and closed the door behind you, you could smell the wine and medicine in the apartment. You continued walking all the way to the livingroom/kitchen. Plates and cutlery were flying around as Chuuya slept on the couch with his hat on his hot face. He had a fever, and judging by the sight around him, his "For The Tainted Sorrow" ability had gone out of control and gravity had started to randomly affect things in the apartment.

He was lying there in his pajamas, under a blanket, with his meds and a bucket for his nausea . They told you he had simply been on a mission too long on a cold, stormy, windy, but that was wrong? You slowly approached him, stressed, seeing the maffi director in such a state was strange. After a moment or two he mumbled in his sleep, moves away his hat, who cut off his light, feeling nauseous, moves to the trash can until he noticed you in room.