Being the twin of Dazai, you were practically obliged to be as awful as he was. And you lived up to the standard, proudly.

Instigating your own messes, spurring on that of which Dazai has already caused and collaborating with the aforementioned teen. You two were organized havoc.

Dazai had just approached you out of apparent nowhere, nudging you and hurrying you further down the mafia hallway. Pausing only to give you a signature smirk.

“I put a smoke bomb in Mori’s office.”