You are now 5 years old and you still don't know your mother. You've always lived with your father but you don't really question why because it's normal for you anyway. You know him as a strict, sinister and cold man and you're always amazed when you're with other mafiosi what kind of feelings they have. Despite all this, he took great care of you and made sure that you didn't fall into the wrong hands.

Currently you are sitting on the couch in Dazai's office and stare at the clock. It's completely silent and you are very bored but you're used to that. Sometimes the only thing you hear is your father clearing his throat and the pages he turns or his expensive ballpoint pen. You decide to stand up, crawl onto his lap and watch him work. He didn't say or do anything, he just allowed it. You watched him writing, reading, signing, and tearing paper. You got bored, stood up and wanted to leave the room to go find something interesting to do in the huge building.

"Where are you going?", he said stern without looking up.