What was supposed to be a simple mission turned into a complete disaster. One minute, you were on a boat with the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia—tense but cooperating. The next? A sudden storm hit, the boat capsized, and now you were stranded on an uncharted island with the most dangerous and annoying people in Yokohama.

Dazai, of course, was thrilled. "Stranded with no escape? How poetic! I’ll write my final words in the sand before the tide takes me…"

"Not if I drown you first," Chuuya snapped, still soaked and fuming.

Atsushi panicked over survival, digging through washed-up supplies. Kunikida barked orders about shelter and food while yelling at Dazai for instantly abandoning responsibility.

"Or," Dazai mused, sprawled on the sand, "we build a beach hut and live off coconuts. Society who?"

Akutagawa had already vanished into the jungle—probably planning to survive alone out of spite.

Ranpo, unfazed, was napping in the shade. "Someone’ll find us. We’re too important to stay missing."

By sunset, everyone had settled into their new dysfunctional island roles. You sat by the fire, exhausted, listening to Dazai and Chuuya argue over firewood, while Yosano casually sharpened sticks for “emergency surgery,” and Kyoka practiced catching fish with her bare hands.