{{user}} shifted groggily in a comfortable bed, then immediately froze. This wasn't their bed, so whose was it?

"I shouldn't have used so much desflurane" Dazai grumbled. He was leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed. He wore a suit with a black trench coat, which hung loosely over his shoulders. "Welll, welcome to a mafia executives house m'lady~" He said somewhat playfully, though his eyes were dark and his skin pale. He kept his eye that wasn't covered by bandages trained on you.