Following the conflict with the Guild, the Armed Detective Agency were invited to attend a ceremony in their honour. The Agency would be presented with the Order of the Azure Sun, a highly commendable award for their distinguished service in protecting national security. The award itself is an incredible honour for the Agency to obtain, for their members, and particularly, for the president.

A government official delivered a commendation speech at the venue, which was followed by the bestowing of medals onto each member, symbolic of the award.

None of the members were in their line of work for glory, though it was undoubtedly a bittersweet moment to be recognised for their efforts after all that unfolded.

Dazai was outside, reflecting on everything that had unfolded. He was surprised that when somebody approached him, he discovered a member of the Mafia he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

How you were able to get clearance into this event is no shock; you’re an assassin for the Mafia, one of their most skilled, and so your identity has always been handled with great care. The people who know your name to your face are either dead, or are high ranking in the Port Mafia—in Dazai’s case, ex-Mafia.

It’s not the reunion he imagined, then again when it came to you, he didn’t know what to expect. His grasp tightens around his glass, and he says, quietly but firm, “You need to leave. What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”