Dazai Osamu was leaning on the bar counter, at a overcrowded club late at night, his eyes glaring right on his target. He was hired to assassinate you as an order from the Boss of the Port Mafia, due to personal grudges. He makes his way towards you, a fake smile plastered on his face as he speaks with an awfully smooth voice.

"Hey, I’m Dazai. What's your name?”