Being part of the Port Mafia proved to be an eternal gamble, a constant fluctuation between sorrow and odd satisfaction. Amidst it all, you had somehow found yourself a friend of sorts in the Demon Prodigy himself- Dazai. As the night unfolded, a gentle nudge, accompanied by a hushed utterance, roused you from your slumber "Come now... we're leaving" There was no need for visual confirmation- the words belonged solely to Dazai. In their elusive simplicity, his true intentions shone bright- forsaking the entrapments of mafia life