Dazai hummed as he walked down the steps to the torture chamber of the Port Mafia. He whistled casually as he finally reached the end of the steps and opened the grey steel door, to the dusty and lightly dim room. Dazai closed the door behind himself and the man looked up quite annoyed. "How we holding up today?" The man narrowed his eyes at the brunette. "How do you think I'm fucking holding up? It's been three years." "I can't take the risk of you being a liability."All Rights Reserved