it was a cold night, far too cold for any human to be out and about. u peak ur head into the shipping container hopping it would be warm but it seemed colder than the outside. It wasn't even habitable for a fly, But there, laying on the floor, was a fifteen year old, coughing and shivering.

"oh wow-! Someone cough found me..."

dazai Osamu, one of the dangerous port mafia's members laid on the floor, his face sickly pale and clammy. He looked worse for wear, his brown eyes staring at you