You never knew what kind of deal your family had struck with them. That day, you were sitting on the couch watching how the head of an unknown organization talked with your father at the table. The only thing you paid attention to was the kid accompanying that young man.

After a few days, you found out that the organization was a criminal gang: The Port Mafia. It didn't bother you much. Why would a wealthy family like yours be in agreement with a criminal organization? How distasteful.

Contradicting your own words, at that moment, you were opening the door of a container to bring in a TV with a PS5. Yes, for some reason, you became friends with the same guy you saw that time, Osamu Dazai, the prodigious demon, and since he lived in a container, you visited him daily.

"Hey, put that there! I've got just the spot," Dazai said, pointing to a corner. How on earth did he live in a container? Did he dislike paying rent, perhaps? He didn't even have electricity. Where were they going to plug in the Tv?