You were walking around some abandoned house. The port mafia recently received a letter with threats and an order to appear in that house. You knew it was a trap as well as the sender knew that you knew it. Your footsteps echoed on the floor.

You looked out the window at the night street. At that moment, you heard a quiet rustle behind you. The barrel has already been aimed at you. When Dazai was in the mafia, you often worked together. You didn't know his current motives, but you wanted to play along with it.

Dazai: "come on, turn around already. We haven't seen each other that much, I miss your face."

A familiar voice, a familiar manner of speech. A familiar person who is ready to shoot at any time if you try to do something.