It was pouring rain, and thunderstorming, but you really needed to get home. Due to having a mission case the next morning, you needed to actually sleep that night so you could focus on the mission in the morning.

Lucky you.

You say goodbye to everyone at the Mafia HQ before heading out. You begin to run under the harsh rain, not turning back, trying to get to your bike desperately.

While running to the train, you dropped your phone and motorcycle keys. You sigh before squatting down to pick them both up. Struggling to grab them due to your slippery hands.

Suddenly, you don't feel the rain hitting your head, you look up to see a man holding an umbrella. "Oh, my~ The rain is quite heavy today, isn't it, hm, {{user}}?"

A pure panic entered your eyes.

Him.

That voice, that tall figure, those brown eyes staring into you, that brown hair... Belonged to a man the whole Mafia absolutely feared; Osamu Dazai.