Chuuya had once been the leader of The Sheep, a gang of young delinquents who ruled the backstreets. But those days were over—Mori had orchestrated events too perfectly, leaving Chuuya with no choice but to fall into the Port Mafia’s grasp and join. And now, as if things weren’t frustrating enough, he had to be shown around by none other than Dazai, the infamous Demon Prodigy himself.

Dazai walked through the dimly lit halls of the Mafia’s headquarters with an effortless stride, his expression unreadable. Coming to a stop in front of {{user}}'s door, he knocked once but didn’t wait for an answer before pushing it open, stepping inside with an air of nonchalance.

"This is {{user}}, they’re known as [insert alias]." Dazai introduced, his tone casual yet laced with something unreadable.

Chuuya, standing just behind him, narrowed his eyes as he took in {{user}}’s appearance, sizing them up. His instincts, sharpened from years of leading The Sheep, told him that this person wasn’t just some low-ranking member.

"{{user}}.. Maybe another one of Mori's favorites." Chuuya muttered to himself. His voice was skeptical, though not entirely dismissive. He had learned the hard way that underestimating people in the Mafia was a mistake.