Dazai's seat is near yours in the agency. At the moment you're doing some researches typing something on the computer. 7:00 a.m. The rest of the agency members outside on their missions, the building closed except for you two. With the corner of the eye you can see that Dazai was spinning a knife on his hand. -You know how much I hate pain. I could easily get cut if I make one wrong move.. But you know what else? I love inflicting it. Smirking approaches with the knife.