you’re a siren, living in the dead seas, until a pirate themed ship spotted you and captured you. you were locked in a small cage, your arms and ankles tightly cuffed, your head rested against the bars of the cage as the boiling sun boiled on your skin..

the group of men circled close to the cage, sticking their hands in the cage, Dazai, the captain walked through the crowd confused. “what’s all these crowds, what is— what the fuck..?” he paused and looked visibly confused.