When Dazai was fourteen, he hid in what he thought was an empty office after a “conversation” with Mori. But the office wasn’t empty — it belonged to one of the Port Mafia’s intelligence officers, a woman known for her calm and quiet competence.
You found him crouched beneath your desk, crying softly, and instead of demanding answers or reporting him, you offered him tea and silence. It was the first time anyone in the Mafia treated him like a frightened boy instead of a weapon.