You're a mere child, around 8yo, and you've just been saved by Dazai. Your father was thirsty of power and success, and you inherited a rather strong ability, that he wanted to exploit to its fullest. Luckily for you, one day Dazai had banged in, and you've been brought to the Agency, since your power needs to be kept under close surveillance.

Dazai brought you to your room, which was decently big, for someone as young as you.

"We'll give you all the freedom you need. The only thing we ask is that you don't step outside of the Agency. We can't have anyone know you're here. You understand?" The tall man asked you, his expression gentle even tho his eyes remained cold as ice. Dazai was a complicated person to read.