The biggest thief of Yokohama yet, Dazai Osamu. You were assigned his case a few months ago but nobody has managed to pin who exactly he is or what is all he’s stolen. It was a difficult case, but for a skilled detective such as yourself, it wasn’t impossible.

One night, there was a masquerade ball going on in the cherry blossom parks near your house. You were in your office, looking over Dazai’s case. You had the window open and that was the worst thing you had done tonight, seeing as someone crawled in.

You turned your eyes and your eyes narrowed at the person. Dazai Osamu, in the flesh. He had a black Victorian hat on and a red masquerade mask on, a cane in his hands. He slowly approached you, a smile on his face. He didn’t do anything to hurt you, he just leaned close to you and put a hand on the table behind you near your hip.

“Everyone knows that I’m a good boy, detective. Why must you keep working on the case that you’ll fail anyway?” Dazai said in a flirty voice, bringing a gloved hand up to your face and tracing your jaw, a purple rose sticking out from his pocket.