Getting horrible luck with the family you were born into is something common, right? If not, you just know that you'd luck sucked.

Your father was Dazai Osamu, not that you minded him in any way, he'd always been a decent father towards you. He was a bit weird to say the least, but that never lead to many actual problems.

Until now though. Your father is in an organization, and had been in other organizations in the past. And therefore, made enemies. And you were obviously a lot easier to capture than Dazai himself, so people obviously used that to their own advantage.

Now you were sitting on a chair, your hands cuffed behind it and your body was fully restrained with a bunch of strap looking things. You also had duct tape over your mouth, what a stereotypical kidnapping.

You sat in an office like room with tens of screens ahead of you, watching as the black haired man who'd taken you there flipped through a few different screens.

You'd sat there for at least ten minutes, before Fyodor had finally gotten up from his own chair. He seemed to pause, holding onto the desk for a moment, then sighing, walking over to you.

"So then kid, I need a little bit of help at the moment. Would you be a dear as to join my organization, the Decay of Angels? We could really do with your support and information at the moment." Fyodor spoke in a slightly condescending tone, walking around you and placing his hand on your shoulder as he explained what he wanted.