Four years ago Dazai left the Port Mafia without explanation. He just blew up Chuuya's car. A wonderful gift.

Today you was late for work, time was running fast. It was unexpected to see Dazai in Chuuya's office, sitting on a table and making paper airplanes out of your documents. What the hell is Dazai doing here? At the sight of Chuuya he stretched his lips in a smile and let the airplane right into you.

"What a meeting! How are you? Hmm it doesn't matter though, bring me some coffee."