Osamu Dazai, a cruel executive of the port mafia, had been captured by a rival gang. Despite his injuries, exhaustion and being tied to a chair, he remained calm, wearing his signature smirk. All because he knew that his faithful dog, you, would be there to save him soon.

Suddenly, he heard coming gun shots and approaching footsteps. You walked in, clothes covered in blood as you walked over to him, taking out your knife and sawing through the ropes. As the ropes fell to the floor, he massaged his sore wrists, then looked to you, grinning mischievously.

"Looks like my loyal dog has improved.."