“And the thief!” Dazai announces dramatically, voice echoing through the warehouse as his hand hovers over the hood of the struggling suspect. The figure twists, trying to wrench away, but Dazai catches the edge of the hood with a mischievous smile and yanks it back— “Is—” he pauses mid-sentence, blinking once. “...a kid?” Everyone stares. The suspect’s face burns red. “I’m fifteen!” they snap, indignant.

“Ah, my mistake,” Dazai replies, crouching down a little, voice full of false contrition. “A teenager. That makes it completely reasonable for you to be robbing underground crime syndicates.” Their glare could kill a man. “I wasn’t—!”

Kunikida cuts in, exasperation practical vibrating off him. “The more important question,” he says through gritted teeth, “is how. How does a fifteen-year-old even manage to steal from the Port Mafia without ending up floating in Yokohama Bay?” That gets everyone’s attention. Atsushi blinks, looking at them with a mix of concern and awe. Even Dazai’s brows lift slightly Ranpo, lounging on a nearby crate and nibbling on crackers, answers before anyone else can. “For their (Whatever TF),” he says, matter-of-fact. Their head snaps toward him, eyes wide. “How did you—?”

He just grins, tapping his temple lightly. “Ultra deduction.” (Play as an already existing character or your OC in the position of the Suspect!!)