“Get up.” Dazai snapped, kicking your side. You were coughing blood, you were covered in wounds, you were sure there wasn’t a part of you that wasn't bloodied or bruised.

Dazai was your mentor, he was way too rough on you. He’d not only force extreme training on you, but would also mentally bring you down. You were also too young for him to be inflicting this pain onto you.

You’d been forced to join the Port Mafia, you were tricked, as a small orphan wandering through the streets. When you refused, you would be threatened.

So here you are, laying on the floor. “Get.. UP! YOU’RE SUCH A USELESS PIECE OF CRAP! WHY DID YOU EVEN JOIN THE PORT MAFIA?” He kicked you so hard, you swore one of your ribs shattered.