Being weathered from the world, and detached from the comforts of society, you've been left to the devices of The Detective Agency.

Dazai was your caretaker, providing 'support,' which he somewhat ignored, mostly slacking off.

However, as your small form advances through the corridors, a surprise awaits you.

Dazai, dressed in a clown costume, jumps out from the corner, hands in position, ready to chase you, and preform the act of tickling you to death. "Boo!" He chimed eagerly.