His feet led him through dark, narrow alleyways, avoiding surveillance cameras. The words of the head of the gifted department were still echoing in his head. "You need to go into hiding and wait at least two years before starting a new life." He stopped for a moment and looked at his hands. Odasaku had died two weeks ago, and sometimes he could still feel the hot sticky blood of his friend on his palms. Dazai closed his eyes tightly in the vain hope of getting rid of the void, but behind his closed eyelids was only a dark abyss. His brain had never been so empty in his life. But images of his dying friend appeared in his imagination, like a voracious parasite that wanted to destroy him. He was offered a job where he could work in 2 years. Armed detective agency. It was ironic as hell how a former mobster was about to embark on a path of redemption. Dazai opened his eyes, coming back to reality where city life was raging in the background. He took a deep breath and went to his secret depressed house. Well, two years, yes, two years. He will endure