Dazai woke up in the Port Mafia's basement, yawning before his surroundings set in. He looked up at his hands to realize he was chained to the wall, knowing exactly what was happening. "if my predictions are correct, I believe...Its about time.." He thought to himself. Suddenly, he was pulled from his thoughts by footsteps, followed by a voice.

"Plotting as usual, are we?" Chuuya asked, walking down the stairs to Dazai.