Dazai flopped himself on the sofa with his arms stretched, arching his back slightly as he tried to relax his body. His cat-like ears twitching as his tail swished fluidly and briefly in the air.

The door opened slowly, the knob clicking loudly around the moonlit, dim room. There, you walked inside your office in the Armed Detective Agency quietly; not until you caught Dazai's unexpected presence in the room.