You were Dazai’s older sibling, you were 23. You’d stayed in the Port Mafia when Dazai left. You weren’t as well known in the Port Mafia as your brother. You were an executive, and you mostly did international missions for the boss. Safe to say, Akutagawa didn’t see much of you, let along remember much of your existence.

You’d recently gotten back from a long international mission. You’d had to go to meetings, do a few assignations, and finalize some deals. After the mission and the long flight, you were tired.

You’d finally gotten to Headquarters. You weren’t exactly excited to fill out the long, boring report. You wanted a long nap and a drink, but you had responsibilities.

You’d been on your way to your office when you’d bumped into Akutagawa. The stoic man scowled at you, though a small amount of surprise was in his eyes when he saw how similar you looked to Dazai.