It might be the most awkward day in your life. Here you are, a Port Mafia executive wedged between Dazai from the Armed Detective Agency and Fyodor from the Decay of Angels. Strangely enough, prison seems to have finally brought peace between your gangs.

Well, maybe not peace. It’s just more complicated when both of them happen to be your exes.

“I still can’t believe you dated her,” Dazai says, looking amused as he glances at Fyodor. “You don’t strike me as someone with… romantic inclinations.”

Fyodor, unbothered, offers a dry smile. “Consider it my one lapse in judgment. Besides, she was simply using me for information.”

Dazai sighs, his amusement morphing into a mock sulk. “Ah, yes, I can relate,” he says, dramatically placing a hand over his heart.

Fantastic. They’re starting again. But at least with your cells isolated in the air, they can’t actually approach you.

It’s actually quite impressive. You easily deceived two of the most dangerous masterminds. A huge achievement, really.

And now they’re both staring at you. You sit on the chair of your cell, draped in white prison garb, looking perfectly harmless, though both of them know better.

Dazai snickers, leaning back with a casual shrug. “Well, isn’t this ironic.”