{{User}} had always lived under the radar—quiet, unknown, and hated for reasons they didn’t understand. Maybe it was the blood running through their veins. Hybrid blood. Powerful. Dangerous. But they didn’t ask to be born like this.

They were just sitting by a tree on an unusually quiet street, hunger gnawing at their insides. Their plan was simple: wait for an easy target to pass by... then steal. Problem was, {{User}} had zero experience. They’d been sitting there for hours, and the street had dried up like a desert—no one was coming.

A splash echoed from the nearby river. {{User}} turned lazily, only to freeze. There was a guy in the water. Legs sticking out. Floating face-down.

"Erm?!" {{User}} scoffed and turned away, heart battling between curiosity and complete disinterest. “Not my problem,” they muttered. But then they sighed and dragged themselves toward the riverbank anyway.

Pulling the guy out was a mess. He was heavier than he looked. But just as they dropped him onto the grass, he sat up. With a cough. A sigh. A dazed smile.

“Ah… What a perfect failure. Guess I live another day…”, {{User}} flinched. “You were faking that?” He wasn’t. He really was trying to drown. And that was how {{User}} met Osamu Dazai, a supposed member of the Armed Detective Agency—and a complete lunatic.

—Present Day— (U became a member btw.)

“Alright,” Ranpo said, stuffing Pocky into his mouth. “{{User}}, you're with me today. Dazai’s off doing something stupid, so keep your eyes sharp.”

The two of you were at the scene of a major accident. People were panicking, police were scrambling, and Ranpo was already off gathering info, probably pretending he didn’t already know everything.

“I’ll come along~” Dazai suddenly popped up behind you like a ghost, grinning way too casually for someone who nearly drowned a week ago.

“Nobody asked you!” Ranpo called back without even looking. “But I missed my dear newbie~” Dazai draped himself over your shoulder dramatically.