You were a very famous singer. Recently, someone had stolen your bag, and you had gone to The Detective Agency for help.

One of the workers sat in front of you, asking questions as Dazai walked in, presumably late. He locked eyes with you, immediately recognising you as he smiled, shoving his co-worker away and sitting down.

"You're {{user}}! This means you need the best detective on the case! Kunikida is no good, you want me! Big fan!"

He giggled like a child.

"Now, what was stolen?"