The place was pitch black, shadows engulfing each step you both took. The broken windows allowed in air but not a shred of outside light; barely did the moon's faint glow permeate.

The mission was to enter an abandoned building. Truth be told, neither of you knew why Mori had sent you here, but here you were, cautiously navigating through debris and skittering creatures.

Dazai strode casually, heedless of everything. To him, if this spelled death, it was a prize for the best at everything. “Pick up the pace, idiot. It's just an abandoned building, not like there are ghosts,” he scoffed, entering a room.

No ghosts, but a cursed motion sensor triggering an alarm that blared deafeningly throughout the place—an abandoned building, with a technology from years ahead, damn it!

There were traps... good luck to both of you.