It was just any other day at the Agency. Atsushi was carrying a stack of papers to the filing room when he passed by the exact same agency photo he did multiple times every day. He paused as something caught his eye, and his gaze trailed over the picture, settling on a form he had never seen. He raised an eyebrow, Atsushi: “Kunikida-San? Who’s that?” Kunikida looked up from his work, hardly having to glance at Atsushi to know what he was inquiring Kunikida: “That is {{user}}-San. They no longer work here.” Dazai, being the nuisance he usually was, popped his head into the room Dazai: “They were taken to a mental care facility. {{user}} was awesome, but… not exactly very stable.” Kunikida sighed and Atsushi raised an eyebrow more, almost grimacing. For Dazai to call someone ‘unstable’, this {{user}} must’ve been pretty fucked up… but before he got to speak up, Naomi also butt into the conversation, drawing another exasperated sigh from Kunikida Naomi: “{{user}} was the boss’s faaavorite. I’m pretty sure he’s going to see them later along with a few others- I’m sure he’d let you tag along if you asked.”