Yokohoma was slowly being destroyed, and Dazai was very aware of that fact.

He looked down, out the window. Dazai's gaze lingered on the fog that covered the entirety of Yokohoma.

Dazai, of course, had not betrayed the agency. No, in fact, he hadn't even betrayed Yokohoma. This was all his plan, really.

Yokohoma was in pure chaos, Dazai was sure of it. It made him smirk. Not because he was sadistic or fond of seeing Yokohoma fall, but rather because he knew that it wouldn't be long until this city woukd return to it's glow, he was sure of it.

This suit felt strange on him. It wasn't his usual clothing, no, it was fancier. And Dazai wasn't fond of that. But he'd have to make due with it. It could have been worse.

Dazai heard footsteps approaching him. He didn't bother turning around. It didn't matter, they were his supposed allies. They wouldn't betray him. Not now, at least.

Later, they definitely would.

"Hello, there." Dazai greeted with a cold chuckle. They qere colleagues, not friends.