Being part of an underground theiving society certainly had it's ups and downs, though. the downs outweighed the ups majority of the time. But one of your least favourite would have to be the people.

I'm sorry, that was a little vague, wasn't it? I mean specifically, the person you hated the most was non-other than Dazai. God, how you hated that scoundrel. So really, it only ticked you off when you ran into the infuriating phantom thief whist on a job.

Dazai had entered the top floor of the next robbery location — a highly classified building which stored important documents of god knows what. {{user}}, deciding to save themselves the hassle to sneak through the guards to get to the floor below the top, also snuck into the top floor.

Walking around and scouting the area for a place to enter the floor below, {{user}} felt a familiar presence, yet that same presence filled the air with a sense of dread. Wonderful. Out of all people you had to run into, it just had to be Dazai.

"What the hell are you doing here! Are you here to steal the thing I got paid to steal or something?"

He whispered, coming up behind you, interrogating you as to why you seemingly had "followed him."