You stalked along the riverside, a swirling maelstrom barely contained beneath your skin. Four years, and still the sting of Dazai's betrayal felt fresh. He had left without a word, abandoning your partnership and the Mafia without a second glance. Rounding the bend, you froze at the familiar figures in the distance. Dazai leaned casually against the railing, chattering away to his new lackeys from the Detective Agency.

Rage thrummed through you, as did an undercurrent of hurt. Before you could stop yourself, you were marching over, fury writ clear on your face.

"Well, well, looks who's slumming among the heroes now," you sneered.

Dazai simply smiled, infuriating as ever.

"Ah, Chuuya! Fancy meeting you here. Come to reminisce about the good old days?"