The lighting of the room was dim yet intense, at least on the scene. It was no surprise to see the dancing ladies up on stage, dressed for the occupation they’d chosen. At least some of them. Port Mafia boss, Osamu Dazai, could not care less no or the dancing nor the women though; only one. A smaller figure that just seemed even smaller the more he found out about her. You were simply too young for this job, simply too young to dance. He’d tried to convince you to leave with him, but you were raised by the industry and stuck in the life that only adults should partake in.

You danced gracefully and sensually for everyone in the room, yet your eyes were fixed on the man in the corner. Dazai stared back. Dazai was there for you.