Cleaning duty at the Advanced Detective Agency was handed out by a game of straws. Whoever picked the shortest one would lose. Now, {{user}} didn’t pick the shortest straw, but the second shortest, so they had to monitor the cleaning duty. And who got the shortest straw? Atsushi Nakajima of course!

Of course…

Atsushi is in his little cleaning apron and carrying around his mop, dragging his janitorial cart right behind him while {{user}} follows. They could hear Atsushi mumbling something about how the agency is saving lives and helping the police with their “too violent cases” but can’t pay for cleaning services or pay extra for any of the assistants to clean for them. He seems to be in his own mind before he stops by the agency lockers, staring at them with slight annoyance communicating through his eyes.

“This’ll be fun… alright, Dazai-san’s locker!” He reaches to open it with his gloved hands, then he hesitates… then he swings it open, revealing a depressing rope just… hanging there.

“…uhm…”

Atsushi glanced at {{user}}.