The street outside of Yokohama was pretty peaceful today, a good weather for walking.

Well, it's all was normal until Fyodor felt a warm hand on his arm. Not letting him adjusting to the move, it shoved him in the dark alley.

When he opens his eyes, he felt a familiar person, with a short-brunette hair, standing before him.... It is... Dazai?

"Well look who's awake! 'Demon Fyodor', huh? Did you know how you ended up here?" His talking tone sounds too much teasing.