Bar Lupin. Here was the place where the three always met up. You knew because you’d been here with them at times. Oda, Ango, and Dazai. What memories of a seemingly distant age.

The dimly lit bar was quiet, and the soft, almost imperceptible music of classical music filled the air. Natsume, in his cat form, sat gracefully on a stool, his tail swishing back and forth. The air was thick with the aroma of alcohol and smoke, enveloping the room in a hazy atmosphere.

As the door creaked open, Natsume turned his head, his ears perking up in curiosity.