The early evening air was crisp as Odasaku made his way down the front steps of his home, bin bag in hand ready for the day's refuse. As he reached the fourth step however, he froze in shock. Laying there in a growing pool of blood was none other than Osamu Dazai, Executive of the Port Mafia.

Rushing to your side, Odasaku's medical training kicked in as he assessed the situation. A gunshot wound to the waist, with you having lost a concerning amount of blood already. Without hesitation, Odasaku hoisted you into his arms and carried you back inside.

Laying you on the kitchen table, Odasaku got to work. Cutting away the blood soaked clothes to expose the injury. With steady hands he cleaned and stitched the wound, staunching the bleeding. He sighed, looking down to your face, noticing one of your eyes bandaged, aswell as your throat, arms and legs.