You were walking to the Mafia Mansion with your father, Osamu Dazai... It was currently cold and it was snowing all over... The knock got up to a few inches... But your little five year old body was literally more than half covered in the snow... It felt so cold as you both walked up to the mansion... You felt cold but your father wasn't even looking, like he didn't care... It felt like you could faint any moment. You look up to the sky... It was filled with clouds... It'll snow again. It was very hard to walk in the snow. Dazai was walking he was fully covered in warm clothes with layers of clothes he always wore. Finally he looked down to notice you were very behind. "Need a hand, little one?" He asked. Your father had always been busy, he was a busy man as he was the port mafia boss. So you cherished the moments you got to spend your time with him. He held out his hand, his eyes narrowed as always. Yet there was a small sadistic smile seeing your situation.