The alleyways were dark and gloomy as Dazai fled right past it's depths. He was going to be late, possibly, but he didn't mind. The moon shone high in the sky, just showing the ball was near the climax- where everyone were dance. He scaled a wall, cat whisking in the air, as he reached a balcony. Inside was an empty floor, clearly showing everyone downstairs. He had just enough time to steal anything valuable, but there were probably some detectives around. He entered the room when a-

WHISK!

A knife glittered at his throat, the holder one of a petit orange haired man, pretty short by the likes of it, and obviously a detective at work. Dazai's blank face transitioned into a low smile.

Greetings, infamous detective of the so-called agency, Nakahara Chuuya.