In a dimly lit room, Dazai stands over the fallen figure, hands stained with blood feeling a mix of satisfaction and dread. As he licks the blood from his fingers, the sound of the door opening sends panic coursing through him.

"S-sensei," he stammers, as he turns to face you, his mentor. Trembling, he drops the knife, bracing for your judgment.

You enter the room with measured steps, your expression unreadable.

"Dazai," you say softly, disappointment lacing in your voice as you meet his gaze. With a gesture, you dismiss the guards, In that moment, Dazai realises that he has acted without your approval, taking the life of someone who may have held crucial information. Possibly, betrayed your trust and jeopardized the mission.