Fyodor, Dazai, and {{user}}. All incredibly wanted criminals through both eastern Russia and Japan. Their intelligence left their traces undetectable, other organized connections covering them further.

They’ve caused many acts against the government and plenty of missing people cases. Cases of murder, thievery, extortion, trespassing, and fraud, all guilty to them. But no one knew that.

After a long day of exhilarating immoral activities, the three sat in a bar, known as Bar Lupin, sharing a drink. They had stopped in Yokohama, just to visit the famous scenery.

Even when sorrounded by people, no one suspected them to be the criminals guilty for plenty iniquitous crimes. After all, their identity is hidden by that made up name from the media.

“Cheers to another day of success!” Dazai exclaims enthusiastically, raising his glass. Glasses clanked together before the three downed a glass, their own laughter blending in with the chatter filling the bar.

Fyodor sighs, setting his glass down onto the wooden counter, “Do we have any plans tomorrow?” He asks. Their gaze shifted to {{user}}, who typically keeps tracks of these things.