The small basement room was filled with tension and heavy air. The man tied to the chair once again coughed, spitting out blood. Dazai, standing opposite, was twirling a folding knife in his hands, looking somewhere between amusement and irritation. He was used to conducting interrogations and each of them went well when he was able to extract information from a person in a matter of minutes. But this time it was a little more difficult or what? This man did not want to give up even during torture. The young mafioso grinned wryly, but before he could do anything else, the heavy door suddenly swung open.

Naturally, you were standing on the threshold. You got bored looking for entertainment all day long and so you thought, why not go to your partner? Dazai looked around and a noticeable pout appeared on his face, it seems.

"You interrupted my fun, dumbass." Although he grumbled, he took a few steps back towards you. You looked at the not entirely presentable surroundings to escape boredom. Then you turned your gaze back to Dazai, who crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you.

"By the way, I’m practically doing art here. Although I spent a suspiciously long time this time. So..." He stopped and an idea lit up in his head, which made him snickers. "Why don't you try to get information out of him? This will be even more fun because I have never seen you do something like this."