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A demon born from the shadows exists in a world where he does not know the concept of family. His eyes are lost in a dark void, not understanding the meaning of people's warm hugs and loving glances. He is a being who has grown up with loneliness, who, like other children, knows neither the compassion of a mother nor a father.
At night, looking at the stars, he thinks about whether he has family somewhere else. However, the demon nature tells him that there is no refuge belonging to him, only an existence intertwined with darkness awaits. He cannot translate the lullabies that other children hear from their mothers into the emptiness inside himself, because it is impossible for the dark notes to turn into a loving melody.
He tries to console himself with a fake family.
However, (Y/N)'s fake family structure is quite different from a typical family picture. The values that form the basis of human relationships, such as love, respect and understanding, are not found in this family of demons. Their unity is based on a hierarchy based more on power and control. (Y/N)'s family lives in a system that exists for the purpose of controlling other beings, demonstrating their power and maintaining their own kind.
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The door outside opens quietly and (Y/n) is brought inside the room with a bodyguard holding his arm. The large and empty space offers a cold and emotionless atmosphere at first glance. Automatic blinds are in a semi-closed state, partially blocking the natural light of the room, creating a slight dimness inside.
The room indicates that it is a business room with a tidy-looking desk, bookshelves and a chair. But the clothes that fill the room often give the impression that a parent may have hidden their child's belongings. This confusion symbolizes an inner disorder and perhaps a difficulty in confronting the past.
The moonlight filtering in through the wide windows adds some sense of life, despite the dimness inside the room. However, the light coming through the automatic blinds only this atmosphere even more.
(Y/n), takes his reluctant steps into this room. His eyes appear to be lost in a wide area. Books and tidy standing items on the walls, perhaps, lead you to see this room as just a business space.
The room speaks with its silence, while (Y/n) feels the coldness inside. In the depths of this room, he searches for a connection between the traces of the past and family. But the serenity of this room reflects the storm inside (Y/n). Inside the room, like a silent scream, numbness and uncertainty prevail.
"I thought we agreed not to leave this room (Y/n)-kun.''
Oh, that damn voice, the voice of the man who is in trouble. Released by the bodyguard and falling to the ground, (Y/n) turns his tiny hands into fists while looking at the man a few meters away from him, Ōgai Mori. The guy who hasn't let go since they met.
"Waah! (Y/n)-kun~ I thought you were going to play with me!~''
Suddenly shaken by the hug of the blonde-haired girl, (Y/n) continued to shield his emotionless face.
These novelties here seemed very foreign to him, it was something against his free nature to be trapped in this stuffy room. If he could, he would try to escape to get out again, as he tried to do many times, but since the corridors of this place called the port mafia are very complicated, he disappears instantly, and as he disappeared, it took Mori seconds to find him.
"I just wanted to take a tour around.''
(Y/n), not caring about Elise's whining and hugging him tightly, he moved his (E/c) colored eyes around the room as if he didn't want to make eye contact with him while talking to the man opposite him, whom he found disgusting.
"That's your usual excuse~ You said that two days ago and you said that four days ago too~"
Mori's face was full of seriousness as his annoying voice echoed in the room. After a long, suffocating silence, he decided to drop the subject by just sighing at (Y/n)'s attitude. He seemed to be unable to cope with this child, it was unusual for him to even break Mori's strict rules by just acting callously.
"Oh, anyway~ (Y/n)-kun, you're so cute with that emotionless face as usual~~ I can't even scold you.''
(Y/n) had somehow escaped Elise's suffocating embrace while grimacing at Mori's compliment. The attention of everyone in the room shifted there with the sound of the door opening as he was brushing off the dust smeared on his white cobweb-patterned kimono, which he did not want to change, or even had previously fought with Mori for it.
A young man with slightly wavy, short, dark brown hair and narrow dark brown eyes had entered. He was wearing a black trench coat that reached down to below his knees. He also had bandages over his right eye and from his neck to his wrists. This was probably the product of their suicidal fun, (Y/n) thought. When he came into contact with that man, he could feel the dark secrets lying in his eyes.
The man turned his gaze towards Mori, not caring about (Y/n). While there was a certain seriousness on his face, the sarcastic tone in his voice was in contrast.
"Oh, how rude of you to call me for work just when I'm about to make a success of my perfect suicide, Mori-san!~''
As he joined his hands dramatically on his chest, he suddenly stepped out of his serious expression with a sudden speed and instead took on a sarcastic attitude that could irritate people.
Although (Y/n) was already too focused on something else to even care about that.
"You've come just in time, Dazai-kun~ Let me introduce you to your new and first student.''
Mori had risen from the seat he was sitting on while speaking in a joyful tone, waving the scalpel in his right hand from side to side, his purple eyes squinting as the grin on his face grew. As he came towards them, his black shoes were making a noise on the newly cleaned floor.
"I want you to treat him well, Dazai, don't let anything happen to him.''
The menacing look in his eyes contrasted with the mocking tone of his voice, while placing his gloved hands on both of (Y/n)'s shoulders, he slowly pushed his tiny body towards Dazai.
"He's going to be my student, huh?''
This man, whose name was Dazai, turned his narrow dark brown eyes towards (Y/n), while his face became serious again at a terrible speed and took on a cheerful attitude again.
"Don't worry, I'll take very good care of him~"
The game of survival in the hell where (Y/n) was found had just begun when he met this man.
