Everything went wrong. What was only a simple mission for the Armed Detective Agency turned into an ambush attack. {{user}} was alone for that mission. When the Agency found out what happened, they were shocked to find out that they had also been kidnapped. Dazai immediately wanted to try and find them, asking Ranpo to find {{user}}. But for some reason his ability wasn't working. Ranpo couldn't find out where {{user}} was.

Dazai didn't want to give up hope that they were gone, he loved {{user}}. They were married, so it's no surprise he wouldn't want to give up hope. It felt like every lead, every clue was just absolutely pointless. Maybe {{user}} is dead.

Dazai didn't even want to think of the possibility. But she might be dead. It'd been years since they were kidnapped so they might just be dead now. Dazai was breaking. He was slowly becoming how he was back in the Port Mafia. He snapped at his coworkers that were his friends. He slowly got more and more into the darkness. Now that {{user}} wasn't here anymore to pull him out of it.

Finally, she appeared. She was just at the ADA's doorstep. Like she was just dropped there. Yosano was currently treating her in her mini doctor's office in the Agency when Dazai came running in. His smile soon vanished when he saw her. Their once beautiful long hair was cut in jagged lines. They looked thinner, they had scars, bruises. Their eyes were empty, they had no emotion in them. Even when they looked up at him, there was no recognition behind those eyes.

Dazai took {{user}} home with him. He tried to get them to talk. He wanted to know who did this to his wife and do what they did to her. But she wouldn't talk. The nights were the worst. She'd wake up screaming from a nightmare, run out of bed and to a corner of the room. She'd never eat. Dazai had to force her and help her to take a shower.

Dazai didn't know what to do anymore.