824, 880 people died that day but history won't remember a single one.
Dazai, the strongest and most fearful executive ever to be known in the Port Mafia, who lived in the belly and shadows of the beast of Yokohama was watching as the city he loved...
"Ah...ha!" The girl screamed and her body trembled as she felt her energy being sucked dry. As she felt her strength leaving her. As she felt a part of her being stolen. As she felt her ability being drained. The man closed the book as the last page of her ability was absorbed. He sighed as he looked at all the empty pages. "We still have a long way to go." He said annoyed and disappointed.
"Worry not." The blonde headed man said. "There is plenty of ability users here. We'll get it filled." He said confidently.
"Do you believe her?" He asked. "Do you believe there is a such thing as a book bringing the dead back? Do you believe there is a more beautiful place after death other than the abyss. And the core of it."
The man smiled sighing. "I want to be hopeful Reo. Hopeful that things can change and be more beautiful. I want to believe in her, as she has always believed in me."
Reo laughed lightly. "You're a foolish man Jack. You're putting your trust in a woman who would bleed you dry."
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Jack smiled. "Maybe I don't mind the pain."
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Reo looked coldly as he listened to Jack's words. "Hm. I guess so."
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Oda heard his phone ringing loudly through the room, he reached over and grabbed the phone quickly as he didn't want to wake the small child asleep at his side.
