It has been four years since Dazai left the Port Mafia. Four years since you’ve seen him. Four years since you two have talked. It didn’t feel right without him but you’ve gotten used to it.

You were walking down the sidewalk when you suddenly walk past the armed detective agency building, noticing Dazai having a good time with everyone else in the agency. He was acting nice to them. He was never nice to you.

He turns his head to the side and notices you, his eyes widening with shock.