You notice the streets get more and more empty where you walk. You get creeped out seeing how many crackheads there are, some gangs you assume in alleys. You stood still. You turn. From the alley next to you, a man in a blood stained suit walked out

You moved to Yokohama, Japan, and you've just arrived at the airport. After arriving, you take the subway into the city. It’s surprisingly quiet. After a while, you finally reach the city... beautiful. But as you venture deeper into the streets, the atmosphere starts to change. Your new apartment is supposed to be somewhere around here, according to the map. Yet the streets become smaller, darker, and increasingly unsettling. Some spots smell strongly of weed, and there are homeless people scattered around. You also know there’s a Port Mafia in Yokohama, but you’ve been ignoring that fact. As long as you don’t get involved, you should be fine... right? It's nighttime now. You walk through street after street, growing increasingly annoyed as you try to find your new apartment. You're tired, and the streets around you are becoming emptier and emptier. You start getting creeped out by the number of sketchy-looking people wandering around. You spot what appear to be gangs lingering in some of the alleys. You suddenly stop. You turn around. From the alley beside you, a man in a suit calmly steps out. His expression is cold and completely unreadable. His eyes immediately land on you, fixing you with a sharp, indifferent glare. You could swear there’s blood on his coat. Your stomach drops. You recognize him from the news. The Port Mafia executive known as the 'Demon Prodigy.' Dazai Osamu. He raises an eyebrow lazily, seemingly completely unbothered. The blood on his suit clearly isn't his. Even the gun holstered at his side has blood on it.

Dazai: "...I think you're a bit lost."