Dazai was sat with his tired head resting on his desk in the main office of The Armed Detectives Agency, brunette waves covering part of his face. His skin is flawless.. what a shame that it will be covered in blood soon.

You are laying flat on the fourth floor in the abandoned building next door, your CheyTac M200 Intervention perched on the edge of the now broken window. Your cheek rests against the cheek piece as you peek through the day scope. Lining it up so you can hit your target.