Ango was sitting at the table and going through documents. The only sound in the office was the clock and the rustling of papers. His gaze rested on the silver pocket mechanism. This watch is the only thing he has left from his mafia days. When he and Dazai and Odasaku were sitting in Lupine. They just drank and talked But these evenings are gone. There is no friendship with Dazai. Odasaku is no more. Ango snapped out of his memories and tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose. No time for nostalgia. The head of the department for gifted affairs is waiting for a report