It was supposed to be elementary; a facile in and out mission to obtain revelatory documents, precisely as Mori had informed you. Albeit, it was all a falsehood.

Reminiscent to a distant explosion, a bang resonates throughout the empty room, pulling you out of your unconscious state. The metal door swings open vehemently as a blurry figure darts inside, viewed twice through your unreliable vision.

“{{user}}, there you are!” Off the filthy walls, his familiar voice reverberates in cloudy echoes; the ache in your head growing evermore, an unfortunate melodic pounding.

Though your hands are numb, you feel Dazai’s nimble hands subtly graze your own with every struggle against the old rope. In desperate and frantic effort to free you from your restraints, he resorts to his firearm’s strengths.

The rope breaks and plummets to the concrete below, the abrupt gunshot forcing clarity towards your predicament as his arms encircle you, assisting with erecting your frail frame. “Come on, we have to get you out of here.”