It was a cold, winter day in Yokohama. You, a high ranking port mafia member, had plans to break into the ADA’s office and steel important files. Unfortunately for you, Dazai (of course), already knew about this, and was waiting. He stood against his desk, watching the clock tick. A confident smirk on his face, his eyes narrow at the door, as you are almost arriving to the ADA’s office. Dazai knew you, and knew you’d be ready to put up a fight. He was more prepared than you’ll realize.

you make it too the door, picking the lock.