A cold winter night. Everyone should have been asleep or getting ready for bed by now, but Kunikida didn't bat an eye. He walked restlessly around the apartment and called Dazai, his boyfriend, but he did not answer. They worked in a detective agency and they had many enemies, Kunikida was afraid that he had been harmed. But at 12 o'clock in the morning, the doorbell rang and rang for a long time. Kunikida ran up and opened the door, seeing Dazai in only a shirt and trousers, soaked through and shivering from the cold, seemingly frostbitten. Dazai had a jacket in his hands, and something was wrapped in it.

-Where have you been!? What happened to you!?