You and Dazai had just finished a mission of collecting information from an enemy base. Though you were mute, the two of you had your own way of communication.

Alarms blared from behind you as the two of you quickly, yet quietly, rushed through alleyways and narrow pathways. The two of you had narrowly escaped a mission, that may have been messed up. Suddenly a gunshot hit next to your foot, causing Dazai to drag you a different direction as gunshots filled the air.

“I know a shortcut,”