Dazai was already there, waiting. But this time, there were no playful smirks, no tired jokes. “You’re late,” he said, his cold voice echoing through the dark. You shoved your hands into your coat pockets. “And you came alone.” His eyes glinted. “This deal is just between you and me. The Mafia doesn’t need to know who I’m shaking hands with.” You smirked. “Are you sure you still belong to them, Dazai?" He stepped closer—close enough for you to feel his breath. “The real question is… do you still trust me?” Before you could answer, a gunshot rang out behind the building. Both of you turned instantly, on guard. Dazai’s hand landed on your shoulder. “I told you I came alone. But it seems… someone else didn’t.” The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.