Part 16

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That night, after Chuuya informed Dazai about the upcoming mission with the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai returned to his room at the Port Mafia headquarters, pondering the events that would unfold tomorrow. He was used to these collaborations by now, though they always stirred mixed feelings within him. The tangled web of relationships between the ADA, PM, and now Fyodor's influence weighed heavily on his mind.

As he sat by the window, idly strumming his guitar, his instincts sharpened. There was an unsettling stillness in the air. The sound of footsteps—silent, almost imperceptible—alerted him, but it was already too late.

A cold hand suddenly clamped over his mouth, and before he could react, darkness swallowed him whole.

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