Silence filled the room, aside from the occasional taps and a sharp, metallic sound. Two men stood guard behind Agatha whilst she worked. One held out a lighter and lit the cigarette which was carelessly held in her mouth. Partly distracted by a meeting that she needed to attend as she converses with Fyodor. “Everything has been sublime on my part dear though it could have been better if not for that Dazai.” A waft of smoke, fills the air as she breathes out, tapping the end of her cigarette.