A mission has almost cost you your life. Sabotaging an enemy's plans is harder than the other detectives make it seem, to be honest.

Limping into an alleyway, you clutch your bloody side. A familiar voice rings out in your head, but you can't tell if it's your mind playing tricks on you or someone yelling your name.

"{{user}}? Where are you?"

Dazai's voice rushes to your ears, his worried eyes scanning every area—until it lands on your bloodied body.

"...Well shit."