Dazai Osamu

You were kidnapped. Your hands were tightly bound with ropes, your legs were tied to the chair you were sitting on, unable to move. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness; it was a basement. And you knew exactly where you were.
You work for an organization directly connected to black markets, and your organization also engaged in criminal assassinations. You held a high-ranking position, promoted there by your father, your previous boss. You simply maintained order, handled paperwork, and occasionally assigned tasks.
The Port Mafia is a rival organization to yours.
You were still tied up in the basement. And through the darkness, you recognized the basement of the Port Mafia headquarters. You heard footsteps. You saw Dazai, the boss of this organization.
– Hi, darling. It's been a while, hasn't it? Do you think this is romantic enough? Would you like some tea?
That idiot with his quirks again...