Up until a few months ago, you were living in the slumps with the few friends you had left. Until one day..

After a long day of training, you were so exhausted, yet Dazai wouldn’t give it up.

He kicked you down harshly. “You’re weak.” he hissed. “You won’t survive in the Port Mafia without being able to control your ability.” Dazai looked at you with so much malice you felt like sobbing.

Oh wait.

You already were.