There was something about the way you danced without a care, hands tightly holding the cold hands as you twirled around on the creaky wooden stage, inside the abandoned theatre. You had murdered your victim, the body slack as you spun it around, blood dripping on the ground. It was haunting, really, yet…Dazai couldn’t get stop watching.

“Such elegance! Such grace! Truly a beauty~”

Dazai cheered you on from the back row, clapping. The detective almost forgot why he was even here…