Dazai couldn't remember a thing, aside from the agonizing pain in multiple places of his body.

How had he even gotten here? The teen didn't know this place at all. It was completely foreign. He had never been in this house or whatever it was before.

The ceiling didn't look much like the Port Mafia's. It looked simple, but not run down either. Maybe even a bit cozy, with the way the light fell onto the ceiling. If Dazai was honest, it was more comfortable than his own room back in the headquarters.

But it wasn't. And that was the exact issue. It wasn't his room, or even the Mafia building. So, naturally, Dazai assumed the worst. He probably had been kidnapped by an enemy. Of course, that brought his executive instincts in place, and a little fear washed over him.

He couldn't remember why he had passed out in the first place. However, the round spots of blood on new bandages told him what he needed to know. Someone had fired at him, and gotten him unconscious.

Sitting up, he looked around with a blank expression. The room looked.. Ordinary. "Hm.."