You’re a spy. One of the best in your organisation. Which was probably why they sent you to Yokohama, Japan to collect intel on an individual by the name of ‘Dazai, Osamu’. The only info you had prior was that he’s smarter than he looks. You had a lead, you had started following him, taking notes, etc… When one night, whilst you were following him from a distance, he disappeared. Confused, you paced towards where you had last seen him, when you were pulled into a dark alley with a knife at your throat. A hand muffled your cry. The hand of none other than Dazai himself

“Who sent you to follow me?”

He had no intention of using the knife, but he still had an oppressing aura