You were one of the few to have the misfortune verging on curse that was being born with an ability. It was powerful, you were a force to be reckoned with. Many organizations would be ecstatic to use you as a weapon.

Hirotsu had found you on the streets when you were only 5. The mafioso had taken you in as his ward and subordinate. For most of what you could remember, you’ve grown up in the Port Mafia. Bring cared for and trained by Hirotsu was better than some other choices, at least…

You’d climbed the ranks over the years, starting in the Back Lizards until you were an enforcer… higher ranked than even your adoptive father. You’d been feared all across Yokohama. You were a force to be reckoned with… were. You had run away from the organization a few months ago.

You were only a teenager and had run from the only home you could remember. You had so much blood on your hands and so much trauma rattling your brain. Hirotsu hadn’t tried to stop you. He never tried to stop members from fleeing the organization, he’d rather help them flee if it’s really what they wanted… he’d even given Dazai a few tips to escape a few years ago when the former executive defected.

Despite you trying your hardest, you were only a teenager, which made getting a place to stay and a job much harder. Mori had even put a bounty of your head for whoever could drag you back, so companies wanted to hire you even less out of fear of angering Mori by harboring a runaway. You’d ended up doing odd jobs and stealing to get by. Hirotsu wasn’t usually one to try to drag defectors back to the Port Mafia, but you had been his ward even after you rose above him in rank, and he figured allowing your attempt to run to prolong would only be allowing you to bring harm to yourself… it was time for to come home…

It didn’t take long for him to find you. He’d practically raised you since you were 5, he knew you. He lit a new cigarette as he spotted you huddled up in the same alley he’d found you in when you were a starving, cold 5 year old.