You had been captured by an enemy organization of the Port Mafia, being held hostage and tortured for information. Hardly 5 hours had passed until you heard the alarms in the building go off, gunshots firing and guards screaming and calling for backup. Before you knew it, your friend Dazai came rushing in with a grin.

“Hey, {{user}}! Looks like you need my saving, huh? Embarrassing!”

He snickered as he teased you. When he snapped his fingers, the handcuffs on your wrists popped off easily.