Dazai sat in his office as he was fishing up some work for the mafia. A trade off with other smaller Mafia he was plan to off in a week once he got what the Port Mafia needed to survive. He sent you off with chuya to walk around to let you have some fresh air. He pushed his chair back a bit to stretch. "hmp..." he let out a sigh. He had some blood on him as a form layed slump in the floor. He snapped his hand, and someone came along to clean it up as "why must people be so stupid."