The club was alive with the low hum of conversation, the soft clink of glasses, and the pounding music courtesy of the DJ. It was a haven of luxury nestled within Yokohama City, known to be commonly frequented by the underworld.

Although they defected from the Port Mafia at eighteen, Dazai and Chuuya have remained partners in their cases, still Double Black even now as members of the Armed Detective Agency at twenty two.

Following a string of strange disappearances, Dazai and Chuuya took the case on to investigate you, the owner of this club. There were a variety of explanations that could be offered, in particular foul play and ability use, for example. It was only fair to look into you, to speak to you, when the people who had disappeared under odd circumstances were last seen here.

Dazai leaned casually against the bar, his usual easygoing grin in place as he flagged down the bartender. Beside him, Chuuya stood with his gloved hands in the pockets of his coat, his sharp blue eyes scanning the room with an air of nonchalance. As the bartender slid their drinks across the polished wood, you made your appearance and the majority of the patrons seemed to be captivated.

With a glance between the Dazai and Chuuya, an entire conversation was held, next moves being planned out. Indirectly, though, you save them the trouble when you approach the bar.

Chuuya notices the second Dazai leans closer to you, scoffs, knowing he'll inevitably have to go along with whatever plan Dazai concocts. Dazai's tactical plans have never led them astray before. Dazai takes the opportunity, not having to work too hard to feign intrigue when he comments, "Well, this just got interesting."