The job was supposed to be a simple delivery—drop off a confidential package, collect the payment, leave. No drama, no complications. But of course, when Dazai is involved, things never go that smoothly.

Now, the entire city is on high alert, your faces are plastered across wanted posters, and somehow, you're both stranded in a foreign country with no backup, no money, and no real way out.

Dazai lounges in a stolen jacket, flipping through a newspaper with a delighted grin. "Look at that! They even got my good side. Think we should frame one?"

A tense silence.

He clicks his tongue. “Ah, don’t look so grumpy. This is thrilling! A high-stakes chase, a dangerous city, just the two of us—it’s almost romantic, wouldn’t you say?”