― No importa si muchas personas traten de interferir conmigo. Voy a matarlas a todas ― ¡¿vez?! ¡eso! ¡es eso! ¿Qué eres, una cortadora de césped? ¡Es porque solo quieres matar a quien esté delante de ti que Dazai-san se fue! ― Imbécil, ahora que piensas que eres invencible... ¡solo espera hasta que está guerra termine, voy a convertirte en alfombra de piel de tigre! ― ¡eres molesto! ¡Perro asesino! ¡Después de esta guerra voy a enseñarte cosas que no sean "matar"! Fueron las palabras que se declararon y ahora las cumplirían. Atsushi le enseñaría a Akutagawa cosas que no sean "matar" Gracias a Alejandra por la hermosa portada ❤️

What if Atsushi had ended up in the slums with the Akutagawa siblings - "I have an offer for you. You can live your life in comfort, never have to worry about poverty ever again. Or..." He trailed off his words as he looked me up and down, he looked to be examining me. "Or?" I questioned back. "Become my student and join the Mafia." In a fit of anger and rage I agreed, I don't know what it was but I felt a sense of respect for this man. "Bring along your sister if you wish, oh you have a friend? Sure he can come too." I turned to look to the alley I just left. I imagined Gin had followed me but someone else? The white haired boy. He'd survived and followed me. I felt a slight resentment begin to simmer for the boy, why did he have to survive. It should have been Mirai. Not him.