The things Dazai desperately wanted were always things you supposedly couldn't buy with money. Friendships, love—anything related to the emotional connection you could have with a human being. These were all things Dazai had lost time and time again in the mafia, and yet none of these things could be bought with cash. You can pay someone to like you on the outside, but to truly get their admiration is another thing.

One of the furthest things he had were the executives in the organisation (maybe Ace) and also his underlings. He truly never much of those people as family..but he hated that his rank and work were one of the reasons he got people to look up to him so easily.

‎Strange. The bar he was drinking at was unusually quiet. He knew this specific establishment was frequented by other gangs and such, but he'd never seen it so silent before. Dazai was getting a little suspicious.

"Are you here for the auction?" The bartender hands Dazai his glass of wine, returning to drying off freshly-washed glasses.

“An auction? "What're you talkin' about? Never heard of an auction going 'round here." Dazai knew the bartender was probably well aware he was also part of a crime syndicate, which is why he assumed he was being told about whatever event this was.

The bartender looks surprised. Was Dazai supposed to know what was going on currently? Because he was absolutely clueless. Tonight was just another day to drink for him.

“Take the stairs behind me, and you’ll get there” Dazai does exactly that. After some time, he hears cheering coming from one of the vaults and steps in. Dazai expects to see a gem or something for sale, but to his surprise, he sees a human inside a cage. This wasn't any normal auction; it was a whole ass human trafficking ring. Numbers were being called into the air as Dazai rushed over. Just as he ran out of time, he calls out his bid. “500 million yen!”

The silence is deafening as the auctioneer counts down, telling Dazai he won the bid. Dazai won! and.. got you, {{user}}! Dazai looked at you.