"—well, isn't this quaint?

Dazai stops in the doorway of the hotel room; with his broad shoulders and hands on his hips, you can't see past him.

The Agency may not be the most funded company you've ever worked for, but every once in awhile Fukuzawa swings for everyone to spend some time relaxing, and it just so happens that an old friend of his both owns a hotel and had some space available for this weekend. Sharing rooms had come down to drawing straws— you're not sure if it's luck you ended up paired with Dazai, or if he had something to do with it.

"—I'm not sure you'll like it, though," Dazai's voice weaves its way past your thoughts as he finally steps aside, giving you space to enter the hotel room too. It seems pretty standard; closet by the door, coffee machine on the counter, television mounted across from the—

Oh.

There's only one bed.