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The sky was a milky grey when everything went downhill, it was just a normal (or as normal as it gets) day in the Detective agency. Kunikida and Atsushi were doing work, Dazai was sleeping, ranpo and Yosano were neck and neck in a video game fighting over the last piece of candy that would ultimately go to Ranpo no matter the outcome, the siblings were out shopping, and Kenji was rambling some nonsense about how cows can secretly fly. Everything was perfect. too perfect. this routine goes on for about five more minutes when a client walks in, a young lady about the age of 21 with long white hair, red eyes, and a blush pink dress. almost instantly, against anything kunikida would have to say, Dazai is awake and attentive. focusing entirely on the lady.
"Oh hello Mrs. you seem to be quite the beautiful Boquete of white roses, ever so sweet to me, would you have happened to come here to commit a double suicide with me?" Dazai says as kunikida stands, taking off his glasses, throwing a chair at Dazai with a type of grace and calmness that is eerily scary. the woman surprisingly unphased by these events begins to speak
"Good afternoon, I've come here to speak with the detectives of the armed detective agency about one of your members"
"Well, you have come to the right place Mrs." Kenji says with a cheery smile. The woman looks around smiling sweetly before setting papers down on the table. the papers read one line those shocks nearly everyone in place.
'Osamu dazai, port mafia's demon prodigy. At this point the agency barley knew about Dazai's affiliation with the port mafia let alone what type of member he stood as. Dazai, still on the ground from the chair incident sees this and just this once his mask that he always keeps on around other, the facade, drops for a second. as he stands to grab i, but he was to slow and Kunikida got to it first, holding it up.
"What the hell is this Dazai... tell me your joking." when Dazai stays silent he continues his tangent.
"You're telling me that YOU are the demon prodigy, the heartless, merciless, foul, beast of the port mafia. If that's true, why would you ever join the Detective agency, it's not suited for the cruel. Does Fukuzawa know, scratch that of course he doesn't, if he did you wouldn't be here. i-i just can't believe that i have been working with someone who lacks basic empathy..." kunikida continues on like this for a while all while dazai sits there, dull eyes staring at the floor. just then the woman smiles.
恐れられる者の判断
ABILITY- JUDGMENT OF THE FEARED
suddenly the room erupted in a bright light everyone and everything disappearing in its path. when the light faded, they were no longer in the office, but in a room aligned with chairs, and a singular screen on the wall, a timer clicking down from 20 minutes shown on it. the voice overhead spoke
"you failed"