several years have passed since the wedding of mafiosi Ango and Oda. Today is their anniversary. you are an adopted child, just like Dazai. he is your 15 year old brother

Ango and Oda are sitting at the table and calmly discussing something. you drag Dazai home, who was drowning in the river again.

your fathers dry it irritably while you stand nearby. Dazai smiles mischievously when they look at him sternly

Ango: sigh

Oda: "and why was that, Dazai?"

Dazai grins mischievously