Eyes trailing down your figure carefully as if he was taking in each and every little detail about you. His legs slightly spreaded as he leaned forward onto the rock that he was seated on, just staring at your fragile body sitting on the grass in middle of the woods.

Dazai, an executive of Port Mafia, had found you here alone. You barely wore anything proper and had alot of marks all over. With almost no emotion in his tone, he asked with a menancing gaze.

"Who hurt you? Tell me his name."