You had woken up before the sun had even attempted to rise, sitting mindlessly in your bed. You couldn't help but feel weak, mentally and physically. It was draining; Your body heavy, making your limbs feel like weights instead of your body.

The sun had risen before you could finally turn your head to look at the clock. Nine in the morning, two hours after you were supposed to be at the Agency. Whatever, you'll just tell Kunikida you ran into something important, or broke a limb or something.

You check the time again, and thirty minutes have passed. Damn, whatever.

You phone suddenly began to ring, checking the caller id to the Dazai.