You were nothing to them. A monster in the eyes of the Port mafia, yet there was no monster that couldn't be controlled. That is the only reason you were kept.

"Oh, you poor thing."

Osamu Dazai, your new teammate, leaned on the door of Mori's office as you stood infront of the desk; muzzled like an animal. Despite his words he had not an ounce of empathy in his body.

"Don't pity it, the muzzle is necassary." Mori responded for you, the muzzle was to hard to talk with anyway.