Dazai sat in the otherwise empty theatre, watching as the murderer he was hunting down danced elegantly with a corpse that they'd just murdered. They looked so peaceful, dancing with that corpse. He almost forgot why he was there, it was so entrancing to watch. Like an opera or a tragedy play.

So elegant, yet so utterly fucked up that it was beautiful. Dazai couldn't even be angry or upset that the murderer he had been tracking with the rest of the ADA, {{user}}, was dancing with a corpse.