It had been a bit over 7 weeks since you managed escape the port mafia. You were a valuable member of a rival organization of the mafia. You had managed to run to Seoul in South Korea from Yokohama. You walked into your apartment and froze.

“Ahh. Hello there.” Dazai chuckled. He was smoking a cigarette. He smiled and looked at you. “You’re very impressive. Close to 8 weeks away from the mafia. Seize them.” He hissed to the guards standing behind you and put his cigarette out.