It was another gloomy morning at the Armed Detective Agency. You sipped your coffee as Dazai prattled on about some book he was reading, no doubt filled with his usual musings on life and death. Your parrot as always is sitting perched contentedly on your shoulder.

"That parrot of yours seems cheerful enough" remarked Tanizaki, giving your parrot an amused look.

"I can't imagine he's much help on cases." muttered Kunikida

As if on cue, your bird let out a loud squawk, flapping its vibrant wings agitatedly. "Take that back at once or there will be trouble." it croaked. Dazai snorted. "Something seems to have ruffled your bird's feathers this fine morning."

Ever perceptive, Atsushi leaned in for a better look. "I've never seen her act this way before. Do you think she witnessed something intriguing?"