You worked as an assistant for Dazai, a famous detective. Little did he know, you were the killer all along, leading him on a chase he could never win. You eventually told him, only to disappear and never come back.

You were smoking a cigarette in an alleyway, months after disappearing. You take a drag, watching as the smoke fades into the air. A shadow casts over you, you look up to see him lighting his own cigarette.

”Lovely weather, isn’t it?”

He whispered with a soft grin.