It wasn’t ideal being a criminal, or even a famous one at that. In fact you were much like Robin Hood; stealing things from the insufferable rich people of Yokohama. It was a stressful line of ‘work’…

You were on a bridge, overlooking the beautiful sight of the water. It was nice until a taller man walked over beside you and put a hand onto your shoulder.

“So you’re the famous criminal that has the whole city talking, hm? I thought you’d be taller.”

Dazai chuckled as he stared at you.