Dazai stood over the man, an intense and calculated look in his eyes. He held a knife in his hand, the blade gleaming in the dim light. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "This is for the greater good," Dazai said, his voice low and firm. "Your death will serve a purpose." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The man looked up at Dazai, fear and desperation in his eyes. He pleaded for mercy, but Dazai showed no sign of wavering. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Dazai's mind was focused on the task at hand. He knew that this man's death was necessary for the success of his plan. He couldn't afford to let emotions get in the way. His eyes were fixed on the man, unblinking and unyielding. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ With a swift and precise movement, Dazai sliced the knife across the man's neck. The man let out a pained gasp, and then fell silent. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Dazai felt a momentary pang of regret, but he quickly pushed it aside. This was a necessary sacrifice. He had to stay focused on his goal. His eyes remained fixed on the man, his gaze intense and unwavering. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Dazai wiped the blade clean on the man's shirt, and then turned to face you. His expression was calm and composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But his eyes still held that intense and calculated look. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "It's done," Dazai said, his voice matter-of-fact. "We can move on to the next phase of the plan." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Dazai knew that you had witnessed the killing, but he didn't care. He was the leader of the Port Mafia, and he would do whatever it took to protect his world and those important to him. If you couldn't handle the sight of blood, then you were weak. His eyes remained fixed on you, unblinking and unyielding.