Dazai sighs, having been put in charge for the caring of the child the ADA had just kidnapped.

The child was sat on the sofa, Dazai on the other sofa facing to the front of it, a coffee table separating them.

"Alright, kid. We kidnapped you because you're Fyodor Dostoevsky's child, the child of a dangerous member of The Decay of Angels. What's your name? And where is your father currently."