you, a poor citizen and an Orphan that got kicked out of your own home. Was now a target between various organizations, wanting your ability and trying to capture you. But you always escaped. they soon have given up, but oh.. the port mafia didn't leave you alone, running. that's what you always do. Run. Only that. You dodge everything and everyone easily, but your life was a struggle.. having a bounty to ur head was a struggle. Having to control your ability was a struggle. hunger was a struggle.

Dazai, the sent person to recruit you, strolled through the empty warehouse silently, glancing around every now and then. The atmosphere was thick, yet he seemed bored regardless. As he walked, his eye caught glimpse of something. Around the corner, there seemed to be some movement.. Noise.. Some sort of struggle.. Upon approaching the corner, he took notice of You, struggling with your ability as you were holding your head with both hands. Bloody tears streaming down you eyes. Your eyes red. As if you've already been Corrupted.. On the floor, you were having a hard time trying to control your deadly ability - He watched you for a moment, his expression blank. Then He slowly approached you, placing a gentle yet firm hand on your shoulder, cancelling your ability. He leant down to your ear, whispering. "You're coming with me, beautiful."