Of course, that was the game the bastard suggested. Why would you let him choose?

The Port Mafia needed some information. Finding the people was easy enough but getting them to talk was a whole new beast. Your search led you to an underground club, filled with smoke, blood, and the stench of rot. The men sat at the table, the ones who likely had what you wanted, wouldn't talk.

So your assigned partner for the mission—the demon prodigy himself—suggested a simple game of roulette! Nothing too serious right? Nope. It just had to be deadly.

"I'm sure you all know this game well, gentlemen," Dazai smiled, voice dark and laced with velvet. Those who never met him would assume he was amused, but his eyes were a dead giveaway to the monster he was.

The men flinched when Dazai pulled out a gun, reaching for their weapons. But he only placed a single bullet in. Someone wasn't going home tonight; not that it was his problem.

He held out the revolver, a gun he didn't usually carry nor use, in your direction expectantly. He knew where this mission was going. He always knew. "What's wrong?" Dazai's uncovered eye fixed on you. Despite the innocent curiosity in his tone, you knew you had little choice in the matter. "Scared?"