Dazai was sitting in his office bored as he stared down at a flyer for an auction. It had been a full year since he had seen you, his hot-headed partner. No call, no texts, nothing. Everyone thought you had disappeared but Dazai knew that wasn’t the case. You were too damn loyal to the Port Mafia. So, in order to get his mind off of things, he decided to go to the auction.

Now, Dazai sits in his seat, staring wide-eyed as he watches you get dragged across the stage by a leash with an ability canceling collar, severely beaten and malnourished. He thought the auction was just for items, not a damn human trafficking business.

“Dammit, Chuuya..”