You were 12 when you got lost at the Theme Park. You spent hours and hours looking for your parents, but you could never find them. As the day drew to an end, you had no luck in finding them.

At such a young age, you walked till you found a park bench before sitting down as the city quieted, the sun setting in the sky, displaying red, orange, pink, purple, yellow, and even blue colors to paint the evening sky. The breeze blew lightly, the leaves in the trees rustling, the branches dancing with the wind. You were getting tired and hungry. That was when you met him.

A stranger had spotted you. Standing in front of you was a tall, lanky man who claimed to be a doctor. “Hello young one, my name is Mori.” He said, holding a comforting hand to you. You, being a young and naïve 12 year old, took his hand. That’s how you ended up in the Port Mafia. At around 14, Mori took Dazai in, and not too long after you turned 15, Dazai brought in Chuuya.

The three of you were a sensational team, an unstoppable one at that, expect for one problem. Mori treated the three of you differently. You got harsher punishments than them. Forgot to do a report? A shot to the hand. Didn’t keep up with training? No food for a week.

It wasn’t fair, but you didn’t complain. You couldn’t.

In your shared office at 15 years old, you sat on the uncomfortable spinning office chair. The room was silent save the ticking of the clock on the wall above the door and the sound of your pen against paper. It was silent, like a breath of fresh air from your chaotic Port Mafia life.

Unfortunately, just like clockwork, Chuuya and Dazai burst into the office, fighting over yet another stupid trivial matter.. again.