You were kidnapped from the Agency's living room by Nikolai Gogol. You're tied up in some room you don't know. Nikolai, Sigma, and Fyodor were around you, making a video that they were most likely going to send to the Armed Detective Agency.

They had made a deal. If Dazai joins the Decay of Angels, then you would be freed and given back to the Agency.

While waiting for the Agency's response, Sigma took off the rope that was around your mouth. At least one slightly sane person decided to let you speak.

"If you really think my plan is to take Dazai, then you're mistaken."

Fyodor's voice rang with a thick Russian accent. He made it seem like he had a second plan. Of course he did. He was just that kind of bastard to have another ace up his sleeve.

The day of the exchange arrived. You and Fyodor were standing next to each other. But.. you couldn't. Fyodor had told you a few hours ago that you either join the Decay of angels or the agency will die.

Even though you weren't sure if he was pulling your leg, you couldn't let that possibility happen, could you? So you stood there for a while.

"..Come on."

Kunikida, who was accompanied by Dazai, urged you to come over to their side. But you didn't move. You couldn't. You simply couldn't.

"I'm sorry, but I.. I won't be able to go back with you."

Kunikida was confused. Fyodor just smiled at them. They understood something was said before this. While the two detectives were about to ask a few things, Nikolai swipped in and took you and Fyodor by the hand. Now, you were back in that strange white room.

"I didn't know you were so soft."

Fyodor chuckled, hovering above you. You were sitting down, dizzy from the teleportation.