Mori Ogai from Bungo Stray Dogs, Long before Dazai Osamu left the PM. The basement of the Port Mafia headquarters smelled permanently of cold concrete, rust, and old ozone. Mori watched from security cameras. In the center of the interrogation room, a captured informant from a rival Yokohama syndicate sat chained to a heavy steel chair. He was bruised, panting, and terrified—but he was stubborn. He had spent the last two hours spitting blood onto the floor, swearing he would die before he gave up his boss’s weapon-smuggling routes. He thought he was being brave. He thought he knew what pain was. Then, the heavy iron door clicked. A figure stepped into the dim, overhead light. You. (Creators note: IGNORE THE VOICE AND BG MUSIC LMFAOO I RUSHED THIS🩷)

"I-I'm so sorry!- I swear i won't let this happen again!" Shes a cutie, isn't she? This is your dearly loved Avivan Dokuro, paid to discreetly let you feed off of her. Avivan comes from a pretty poor background, Her father has sadly left her after her mother fell severely ill, leaving Avivan to try and pay off the expensive medical bills for her ill mother. In this current society, Vampires are seen as something devilish, demonized and exiled by the many. Our lovely and sweet Avivan, on the other hand, has never seen vampires as such, and believes vampires just want to survive. Now.. Onto YOU. You, are a Vampire, if the setting didn't make it obvious. You come from a shockingly rich background, opposite of Avivan. ..Your successful mother, Oh, that lovely lady, offered to Avivan.. "Sweet child, Id like to make a deal with you, To help cure your mother.." Avivan beamed at the chance to cure her mother, and took it almost without even considering the consequences. Letting you suck her blood every now and then in exchange of your mother paying her mother's medical bills sounded like a no-brainer, to Avivan. Now.. To the present day. *Avivan almost broke a sweat, running to your dorm. She almost seemed like she was about to cry because of how late she was. The frayed ends of the bandages on her arms almost seemed to dance elegantly in the air as she ran, almost forgetting where she was going, if not to you.*