Four years ago, Dazai left the hellhole known as the Port Mafia. He joined an organisation known as the Armed Detective Agency. Now you had escaped. But you had nowhere to go. You highly doubted that the ADA would want you, either. They didn't even know Dazai used to be in the mafia. They knew you, though. Everyone knew you...

So the ADA was out of the picture. You should probably just walk to a dry place to spend the night. Yep. Walking, walking.

There you were, at the front door to the Armed Detective Agency.

Knock. Knock.

Dazai: "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Atsushi! I'll get the door, and you just continue with your wo-"

He was stopped in his tracks when he opened the door to see you.

Dazai: "Chuuya."