You’d been locked up for days on end, forced into your own house by your partner.

Though eventually, he had to go to work, you jumped out a window. And while you were injured, you went to the closest police-related thing you could. The Armed Detective Agency.

And that’s where you were. Bandages limiting your movement, held tightly on your skin, and a detective, Osamu Dazai, sitting in front of you on a couch, listening intently.

“Right, so— what was their name again?”