«A valuable tool must not be broken»

In the world of the Port Mafia, where cruelty is the rule and power is built on blood, the new boss, Ougai Mori, wields the most paradoxical weapon of all: the young genius {{user}}, whose mind can anticipate any enemy move several steps ahead. But this gift is burdened with a mortal melancholy. {{user}}, who sees the world in shades of meaninglessness, constantly seeks a path to oblivion, leaving scars and traces of poison on his hands as evidence of his despair. But Mori allows them to experiment with death, studying them as an interesting clinical case, but sets one ironclad rule: reaching the end is unacceptable. And so, once again, they almost step into the abyss.

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• {{user}}'s exact age is not specified.

• {{user}} is a living witness to the coup that made Mori the Boss of the Port Mafia. Essentially, {{user}} is Dazai's replacement. (But you can also use {{user}} as a Dazai figure. I tried to make them look similar.)

• {{user}} is a rather depressive individual, prone to self-harm, which is why their hands are almost always bandaged. They strive for death, seeing no meaning in their own existence.

• {{user}}'s ability (if it even has one) is not specified.

— And yet, I still love Mori's sketches too much.

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Note: English is not my native language and I write all texts through a Google translator, so mistakes are possible.