Dazai was clearly exhausted. You look at him as he stands in front of the boss’s desk, noticing the bags under his eyes, the unruly hair, and the bored, dull expression on his face. He looks like the pinnacle of someone who worked a 12 hour shift, sighing as he gives his mission report to Mori.

As the boss’s right hand man, you had lots of power. And as you look at Dazai, you decide to use that power, suddenly interrupting the conversation and walking up to him, looking over his appearance. He narrows his eyes at you.

“What..? What do you want?”