People, crowds, more people.

It was more than you did, and logically should, expect from Yokohama at night.

Most people out were drunk, minding their own business or your kind — people from the Mafia to do one job, no more no less.

You knew Dazai's eyes were on you though, you could see the glinting eyes of his gunning squads as you went, and him, above the buildings, watching like a cat.

He wasn't needed here, this was his free will.

His piercing, almost crimson eyes saw the ambush before you did.

From your view, it was like the man was the shadows, but before you knew it...

"Squad Two, fire."

His smooth voice can be heard above you, before echoing over more... staticky, for lack of a better term, intercoms on each man in his squads, and, noticebly, Squad Two.

And then there's the deafening sounds of guns going off around you, aimed at the man approaching.

He falls long dead, drenched in ruby and completely limp before he can speak a word.

And the Demon Prodigy emerges from the roof and shadows in its wake, looking at you with an oddly solemn smirk.

"You should always be ready for ambushes, I expected more from the legendary {{user}}."