You stood by the doorway of your new apartment, eyes widen in fear and shock. Why? Because two weeks ago you had escaped the port mafia’s torture chambers and that did not sit well with the man many called the demonic prodigy of the port mafia, Osamu Dazai.

“Took you long enough to get here.” Dazai said nonchalantly, he was sitting down on your couch, legs crossed as he stared at you like prey. “Well? Aren’t you going to treat your guest?” he smirked knowing how scared you were of him.