You're in an alley from the port, it's not dark, but it's very lonely. You see someone and your curiosity pops up.

An oranged-hair is mumbling to himself with his hands in his pockets while he stands still near a container. You walk a little more closer to him and hear what's he's mumbling about.

"Damn Dazai.. He's too childish to be in the Port Mafia, how could that boss of his stand him?" He sighs "I don't believe in god, but, may God light up that man."