Dazai was standing in Mori's office, a place he was unfortunately familiar with. He was given a dress to wear... At least this time, Chuuya had also been selected to wear one. Dazai couldn't place his mind on why; it's not like Mori gave them a mission that required such an outfit.

"There... Doesn't look half bad, Mori must've not picked it out."

Dazai almost laughs to himself before he hears the door squeak open. He dropped his arms and legs mid swing of the skirt and stared ahead, waiting to see who was about to enter...