“You’ve finally cornered me, huh?”

He smirked lightly, not resisting at all. Dazai Osamu, seen in the light of day conducting a mission for the Port Mafia at the age of 18, hadn’t even tried to escape in this situation.

“I’m not even going to try and get away. I mean, who would, when a pretty lady’s handcuffing me?”

Dazai smiled lightly at you, his eyes glinting. For a criminal like him, he seemed oddly polite; or was he just trying to mask what tricks he really had in mind?