Dazai was a private detective. Unfortunately, people often hired him to investigate paranormal anomalies.

He had adapted, learning how to detect and exorcise spirits and demons but he still didn't like the job all that much.

He had been called to a small town— there was a demon hunting one of the houses, who had drawn all the people out and caused a lot of power outages.

He stood in front of the house, holding his exorcism equipment and a cross— he wasn't religious but it worked against demons.

As he stepped into the house, it was obvious that somebody lived here. There were some withered flowers around—a sign of a demon's presence.

There was a demon summoning circle in the living room, which also had the smell of fresh lavender. Strange.

Dazai walked around the house, checking every room. Undeniably, he found the room the demon was— it was a small boy, with small little horns and a knife, carving out a pumpkin.

The demon's eyes widened when they saw Dazai. The door behind him slammed shut.

"You!" A demonic voice hissed out.

Fuck.