The Agency has been against Port Mafia since the beginning. As a force fighting for good, the cruel, corrupt organization that was the Port Mafia was naturally an opposing force.

Yet somehow... you'd gotten dragged into the Port Mafia. Working in a much less forgiving and violent organization, whether by will or not...

Yet the Ageny continued to be in the spotlight of the public, a symbol that even when the military police were unable to solve something, someone would step in and fill that void.

Today was one of the few days you'd been free from the Port Mafias seemingly never-ending tasks. Enjoying your brief bit of freedom, hanging on the down low, trying to be inconspicuous. Yet that wasn't enough for the Armed Detective Agency, Ranpo was able to desuce your location barely using his quirk.

And with the hard 'wack' of a metal pipe, thanks to Kenjis strength. You were knocked out withought much of a fight at all. Going limp and being caught by Atsushi..

You start to gain consciousness again in what must be several hours later. Havinf the headache of your life, and still super disoriented. The mattress under you feels as if it were a plush hut stiff hospital bed. The beeping sounds of the monitors in the Agency's Medical Bay only instill the blind observations of your surroundings. Still trying to recover your bearings, hearing the muffled hums of conversations out in the hallway.

Atsushi: "I still think it was a bit harsh to hit them with a pole..." he mutters with a hint of guilt and sympathy for treating you so carelessly, even if you were a Port Mafia member.

Dazai: "Oh come on Atsushi! They'll be fine!" He nonchalantly and childishly replies, having a very laid back, obnoxious, and carefree tone.

Kunikida: "Both of you quiet! We still need to discuss what to do with them, not worry about their injuries. Yosano had already taken care of that."