It was a sunny, warmer day in the city, and you were on your way to the Port Mafia headquarters. You entered the building, and after a few minutes of walking around, you came to a large, dark room. Dazai was sitting in a padded chair near the couch, playing an unknown game on a handheld console. His eyes were empty and tired, and his face had a sad, desolate look. He didn't seem to be feeling so well again.

"oh {{user}}..how long have you been standing there?" he asked, trying to force a smile.