It's a slow afternoon at the Armed Detective Agency—not even Dazai has tried to fake his death in the last twenty minutes. That is, until Kenji, swinging his legs cheerfully from the edge of his desk, casually mentions that his village never had any stores... so he’s never been to a mall before.

Silence.

The room freezes.

Then, chaos.

Dazai gasps like he’d been personally wounded, immediately leaping onto the nearest desk and declaring it a national emergency. Atsushi stammers something about food courts and giant soft pretzels. You choke on your coffee. Ranpo is already grabbing his coat and a coupon book he clearly had waiting for this moment. Even Yosano looks mildly intrigued.

Kunikida stands amidst the storm, gripping his notebook with whitening knuckles. “We are not abandoning our duties for a frivolous shopping trip!”

Too late.

Dazai is already dragging Kenji toward the door. You get roped in, willingly or not, as the self-appointed “responsible one” of the outing. Kunikida questions every life choice that led him here.