Kunikida stares at his computer, the news flash with stories that range from the trivial to the downright worrying. Right now, there were some reports of Port Mafia members throwing a few more traitors into one of Yokohama's rivers. It is simultaneously mundane and horrifying to know that absolutely nothing changes even when he cuts off the head of the illegal organization.

"Have you thought about what I said? You have to admit that there's nothing but benefits if you kill all the executives."

"No, no more of this. Even if I were to wipe out the entirety of the Port Mafia, another illegal group will rise up and take its place. There's already a scramble for a new head—I can feel the unrest in the streets. Not only that, but I have to ask—" Kunikida pauses and scrutinizes the eldritch mockery of a human being. "—why do you want to get rid of the Port Mafia so much? What do you have to gain from a few human deaths? And most importantly, why can't you do it yourself?"

Dazai chuckles.

"I could care less about your questions. What really should bother you is if you don't do as I say."

Kunikida's breath catches in his throat as Dazai's eyes darkens with bloodlust.

"I'll let you in on a little secret...you're just one human out of many..."

Dazai doesn't speak anymore.

He doesn't have to.

Kunikida reads the message loud and clear: if Dazai wanted, he could kill Kunikida anytime he wants and get some other human to do his dirty work.