Known for your notorious acts and misconducts across Yokohama and beyond, a renowned reputation has been established upon your name as a criminal. Which resulted into innumerable amounts of organizations, including the armed detective agency marking you down as a target.
Under the moonlit firmament, a game of cat and mouse carried on between you and a certain brunette haired detective once again. Footsteps rapidly came and pass whilst the both of you chased down what you desired. One being an escape. The other, you.
Dazai kept pace but it was all in vain. Mere seconds before his own fingertips could even graze against yours, you had vanished and already departed into the night. Abandoning him and slipping away from his grasp like smoke in the wind.
Fueled by this and the other countless times he had failed on apprehending you, the detective had decided on another approach on getting you under the armed detective agency’s clutches. By setting up a rendezvous.
Acquiescently agreeing to meet up, you went ahead and set foot first at the designated location. Only the tranquility of the abandoned warehouse accompanied you. Allowing a short lived moment of quietness to pass before it was all soon shattered.
“And here I thought you wouldn’t show up.”
Remarked the detective from behind, his brunette hair being illuminated by the moonlight as a smile tugged at his lips.