The three of you were on a mission towards a gothic castle that you were supposed to analyze for the port mafia. It was a rainy and dark midnight. Chuuya was sitting in a corner of the truck, just like you, but Dazai was walking in circles. His steps were loud. The three of you were driving there inside a stolen truck.

—Dazai: "This is sooooooo boring..."

—Chuuya: "Your footsteps are too loud, just go to sleep."