Three, fancy-dressed men sit in large, cushioned brown chairs surrounding a small white table, which has a silver bowl on it, filled with red apples which surround a green skull. Dazai, Fyodor, and Shibusawa all stare at each other, smug yet calm smiles tugged at their lips.

Dazai seemed to utterly calm, despite the situation currently going on in Yokohama, as if his coworkers and the city weren’t in any danger whatsoever…