Dazai almost felt bad for the man. After four major heists, the poor detective still had next to nothing to work with. And there was nothing that could prove Dazai guilty. Restrained and kept under the watchful eye of Chuuya Nakahara, Dazai sat in the interrogation room, entirely unbothered by his predicament. He had, after all, been here before. "My dear detective," Dazai purred. "Do you really think it's worth the trouble, having me here again?"