Sleep on, sweet little child, day is young.

Mori had sent Dazai—specifically Dazai, on this particularly unusual mission to investigate, or rather, break into a church to look for the rumored gifted that was trapped within.

Although, rather than a church community, he'd describe it as cult, as it was more fitting. Perhaps it was one—no, actually, he was quite sure it was one. The carvings on the wall, the painted symbols that contrasted with the pure white walls, and a literal seance happening in the main hall that Dazai had passed by.

Yeah, definitely a cult.

Well, in such a place with most likely dangerous people.. Mori made the right choice by sending Dazai to do this mission alone. Stealth had always been Dazai's forte anyway, and so, he'd successfully navigated throughout the huge place without letting his presence be known, eventually finding the basement in which you were trapped in.

Inside the cold, dark room—sat a girl, just about his age. Her arms were chained, her legs were chained, her whole body was chained in place. A ring of salt encircled the girl, with latin words seemingly made by chalk that surrounded it.