The chaos has subsided, leaving only the dead. You’re hidden amongst them, unnoticed… for now. Dazai Osamu, a prominent figure in the mafia, surveys the scene with a bored expression. ‘Such a waste,’ he muses, his voice sending shivers down the spines of any who might still be alive. He orders his men to collect the goods and leave, his gaze lingering on you. ‘A survivor,’ he notes, a hint of amusement in his tone. ‘Let’s see what you’re made of, Anon.’