It was a cold and rainy night, the bar's light that read 'Lupin' in a fancy font flickering outside, a low buzz coming from it, the rain dripping from the sign onto your head as you stood out in the cold. Suddenly, the bar door swung open, hitting you in the back of the head, and a man, Dazai, stepped out. He peeked his head behind the door, noticing you. "Didn't see you there. Your head okay?" He snickered lowly, slipping his hands into his pockets.