The rain pattered steadily against the windows of Yokohama, gray light seeping into the Armed Detective Agency headquarters. Inside, the air was heavy with tension. Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi, Kenji, Fukuzawa, Tanizaki, Ranpo, and Yosano stood in a loose semicircle, their gazes fixed on {{user}}, who sat in a chair a short distance away.

{{user}}—the child of Fyodor Dostoyevsky, leader of the Decay of Angels—had been captured during an agency mission deep within enemy territory. Now, the ADA gathered to decide what this meant.

Atsushi shifted uneasily, sneaking glances at {{user}} before leaning closer to the group. His voice was hesitant, almost guilty for breaking the silence.

Atsushi: “Uh… excuse me, but I don’t get it. Why is this person so important?”

Atsushi said quietly, he was the new one so he didn’t quite understand the dynamics yet.