Y/n had carried a heavy debt to the port mafia, one that was not exactly her fault— but her fathers. She had never worried about these debts or her father’s work because she never knew, simply spending daddy’s money and being a spoiled but sweet girl. Though, those times have past and now that her father is dead— it’s time to pay the price. She had been running for hours from Dazai Osamu before she found herself hiding in a church. She drops to her knees, interlocks her hands and prays. “Lord, give me one more chance, for l believe this may be the last. Give me one more chance to change things.” She continues to repeat unintelligible prayers, her already busted up knees bruising further and other injuries aching — all without realizing the man she had been hiding from was behind her all along.