You were moving to the rhythm of the crowd in the middle of a noisy street, tired after a long day at a detective agency. After quickly examining the people, you took advantage of a free dark alley to hide from the crowd, but accidentally stumbled upon a mafia acquaintance, strangely short. Chuya looked at you without interest, slightly surprised and annoyed by your appearance out of nowhere.

«Dazai?!...—Damn it. Watch where you're going, you fool!»