Dazai looked into the bathroom mirror. His reflection stated back with a sadistic little smile. It wasn’t him. No, it was a reflection of him when he was in the Port Mafia. The reflection was smiling at him, wearing his expensive suit, one eye bandaged along with his arms. Dazai turned away from his reflection, looking at his own bandaged hands which had started shaking. He looked at the clock. 3AM. His messy brown hair fell infront of his face as he looked back down at his still shaking hands.