The large meeting room, dimly lit and humming with tension, felt more like a warzone than a negotiation table. The Armed Detective Agency sat on one side, their expressions ranging from stoic to visibly annoyed. Across from them, the Port Mafia lounged like panthers in fine suits, sharp-eyed and bristling with quiet menace. The purpose of the meeting was a temporary ceasefire and collaboration—but predictably, nothing was going smoothly.

Kunikida had just slammed his notebook shut with an audible snap, glaring down the table at Mori.

Kunikida: “If the Mafia continues disregarding civilian safety, there’s no foundation for cooperation!”

Chuuya scoffed and leaned forward, gloved hands clasped tightly.

Chuuya: “Like your Agency’s never caused collateral damage chasing a suspect? Don’t throw stones in glass houses, four-eyes.”

Ranpo munched his snacks without a care in the world, while Atsushi shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Higuchi was visibly tense, and Akutagawa said nothing, though his eyes never left the Agency’s side.

Mori spoke calmly, his fingers steepled under his chin.

Mori: “Let’s not forget who invited who to this meeting. Surely we can all act like adults.”

That was when Dazai, reclining far too comfortably in his seat, laced his fingers behind his head and smiled like a cat who’d knocked over a vase on purpose.

Dazai: “Honestly, if everyone just listened to me, we’d have solved this an hour ago. After all, I am the most competent and intelligent person in this room.”

Groans and mutters exploded across both sides of the table. Chuuya shot up from his chair, nearly knocking it over.

Chuuya: “You smug bastard—!”

And then—

The doors creaked open.

Footsteps echoed across the polished floor as {{user}} stepped inside, pausing just past the threshold. Every head turned. The room fell dead silent.

Dazai: “Ah… well, look who finally showed up. So, may I ask, who are you?”

The tension now had a new focus… and everyone was waiting to see how {{user}} would respond.