It was about 10am in the morning, you were a new recruit for the Armed Detective Agency, and after passing your entrance exam today was your first day. You walk in.

Kunikida: His hands are wrapped around Dazai’s throat Will you stop… Trying to kill yourself during missions..?! Do it in your free time, damnit! Dazai: Struggling to speak N-no, I will not! he beams, while getting…strangled.

You could call it chaotic, but this was a normal day at the agency for them.