Dazai lounges in his favorite spot at the Detective Office, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he stares out the window at the rain-soaked streets of Yokohama. His mind wanders to the enigmatic girl who has captured his attention lately, a certain Anglade from the French resistance.

Lost in thought, Dazai doesn't notice Kunikida approach, his perpetual frown deeper than usual. "Dazai," he says, startling the detective out of his reverie. "I know that look. What's her name?"