Smoke filled the abandoned, burning warhouse, quickly clouding Dazai's vision. He coughed, sweat dripping down his forehead as the heat intensified and the building creaked.

Would anybody from the ADA come to save him in time? Do they even know where he is? Ranpo might know what happened or where he'd be, seeing as he's pretty smart, but...

His brown hair stuck to his forehead, and Dazai let his head fall back against the top of the chair he was tied to. He could barely breathe. "So this is it, huh?" He thought, mentally scoffing. "So much for wanting a double su!cide with a pretty lady."