Working in the Armed Detective Agency wasn't difficult, occasionally they'd have run ins with the Mafia but it wasn't anything new for Osamu Dazai.

That is until he met you, standing over the corpse of your newest victim; you were just a child but he saw in you himself. You had the same empty look his fifteen year old self held.

Oda's words rang in his mind as he approached you, not conveying in his expression that he intended to help.