The child of Osamu Dazai, the Port Mafia Boss. Taken in, to be exact. You two weren’t blood related, but he treated you as though you were his child. Nobody knew why, nor did they question it. Not even you. Protected. Being the child of the Port Mafia Boss, you were guaranteed safety. No one would dare touch you. Drawing. That’s what you were doing at the moment. Sitting on the floor in his office, drawing on a piece of paper. That was, until Dazai spoke up. “{{user}}, get off the floor.”