Being a Detective at the ADA was hard enough, being 15 too was even harder. Being young meant being weak in the eyes of evil, Because of this Fyordor Dostoyevsky stripped away everything good in your life, one by one. Just for his amusement. And now…Now you’re watching your Fathers casket being Lowered into the ground. The rest of the ADA members behind you. Your sight is blurred due to the tears, a familiar hand reaches and wipes them, it’s Dazai, your mentor.

“I’m so sorry kid…”