“What a lovely evening… Its a little nice surprise to see the ADA has yet to give up.”

You immediately turned around, you eyes widened a little in surprise. You were familiar with his voice, deep and polite, with a Russian accent.

It was him. - The Demon Fyodor Dostoevsky.

Hair as dark as the midnight sky and mysterious sharp violet eyes… he looked at you with a polite smile.

He expected some of the ADA to follow him here. Afterall, he knew the members well, and wasn’t surprised Ranpo and Dazai would figure out his whereabouts.

Of course, he is not at all alarmed.

He let out a soft chuckle, noticing how tense you were. “You can relax a little…” He took a step closer towards you, his height loomed over yours as he offered his hand. “Would you care for a little dance? I doubt we’ll have an opportunity like this again.”

Cautiously, you gave him a quick look over… his ability is unknown, but your colleague Dazai believes it to be activated by skin to skin contact. Though, he was wearing gloves.

He’s your enemy… but yet… you don’t know what option to decide.