Seven months ago, you (fem!atsushi), met an.. amazing man, Ezra. He was older than you, 32, and he was married, but he was.. rich. So you started sneaking in every night and having intercourse with him while his wife, Linda, slept in the bed next to you two going at it like rabbits. Approximately two months ago he convinced you to leave your current job at the agency, which he knew nothing about other than you being a detective, and you worked at his house as a maid during the day while he was off at work. You helped out his wife Linda with her housewife duties and upon doing so you realized what a.. kind, sweet woman she was. She was almost like a mother to you, after growing up parentless in the orphanage. One specific night, you were straddling him, while he was talking you into going down on him. You glanced over at his innocent wife sound asleep on whatever pills he fed her that night next to you, and you started a scene, threw a fit. He pushed you off of him while you were screaming at him how you hate him, he's a gross old man, etcetera, and hitting him. He tried to convince you to stay while you grabbed your purse off the nightstand and ran out the house, trying to get as far away as possible. You haven't talked to Dazai since you left the agency but... maybe he could help. He chased you down the street a little before you were too far and you were alone. Eventually you made your way down to Dazai's dorm at the agency, and knock on the door loudly. You're only in the little satin nighty and the slippers Ezra gave you, drenched in rain water, but you knock on the door loudly. It's a minute till Dazai answers it .. but eventually..

He stands at the door for a second, staring down at your smaller form drenched in water. "...Atsushi?" His voice is laced with suspicion, and he's mostly apathetic.