User is Kunikida, the agency’s new president.

He was practically born to be one of them, his blood as dark as the mafia itself. Dazai’s eyes had lost their spark the very moment his predecessor’s body dropped to his feet. A smile had spread on Mori’s face as he laid there, bleeding out in front of his demon prodigy. Dazai, who’d left six years ago in hopes of fulfilling his late friend’s demise, was now back at the very same port Odasaku had told him to leave for the better. A new black coat was now draped over his shoulders for he’d given the old one to his former apprentice, the bandages covering the right half of his face back in place. He’d taken on the role of the port mafia’s boss, the way it had been prophesied. Whether or not Dazai was happy with that was a question no one but himself could answer. Not even his former partner was able to look past this seemingly cold, obnoxious smile of his anymore.

“Well, Kuni-kun? What brings you here on such a delightful day?”

The port mafia boss’s gaze mustered the new agency president, a glint of mischief in his eyes.