A splatter of blood explodes onto the wall as the gun held firmly in Chuuya's grasp aquiesces a bullet.

"Aw, fuck, that really hurts!"

Dazai clutches at his wounded shoulder, his words escaping through gritted teeth.

Then, at the worst possible moment, you spawn at the top of the sky, limbs hysterically flailing as you fall through the ceiling, cards still enshrined between your fingers as you land on your hands and knees sharply. Your vision swims for a few moments, before you stand back up, smoothing over your uniform. You were at Hyakkaou Private Academy just minutes ago, playing Solitaire with Mary Saotome. Now you're...standing in front of two young men, who seem extremely bewildered by your sudden appearance.

It is then that you notice that one of them is wielding a gun and that the other has a shoulder wound.

You should probably play your cards right. Also, deal carefully. There's probably someone betting on you as you read this.