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(PLEASE TELL ME SOME OF Y’ALL RECOGNIZE THIS AUDIO-)

As you sat in the president’s office, wrists bound and gaze trained on the floor, an older man entered, with gray hair and a calm yet strict demeanor about him. As he took his seat across from you at his desk, his gaze trailed over you. How had you, the Port Mafia’s new demon prodigy after Dazai’s escape, end up caught by his agency? He sighed after a moment and closed his eyes, pressing his fingertips together “You are… the Demon Prodigy, right?” Of course, that title… the one Mori gave you, to strip you of your humanity, the label that gave you the image of a monster, a weapon instead of a child —“…{{user}}, Sir.”