The fine edge of his blade treacherously encroached into the flesh of your throat, drawing scarlet beads of blood to the surface.

Following a run-in in which you, a simple messenger, had been accused of withholding information, you were hastily imprisoned in the depths of the Mafia. And Dazai, a teen executive, was assigned as your interrogator.

“The longer you stay silent, the more entertaining this is.” He informed you simply, his knife eliciting sharp sparks of pain.