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BANG

A moment of realization was shared between the two apprentices before they raced to the door.

'Not yet,' Akutagawa's heart was running rampant against his ribcage. 'You don't get to end this—,' Dazai was holding a gun, aiming at someone, their blood on the floor. It didn't help seeing such a sight after that episode.

He stood there paralyzed. The weretiger brush passed him, grabbing the gun from their mentor; Akutagawa turned to look back down the stairs. The other audience member linger and crowding the stairway. As if hitting him all at once, his back hit against the staircase wall. One breath in, one breath out, trying to make it make sense.

"What are you doing?" Dazai's words sent a shiver through Akutagawa and a chill through the weretiger to whom they were directed. Finally, he noticed where the blood was coming from on the floor. Holding his arm was another man dressed formally and tidily.

'Of course...' the mad dog thought.

30 minutes early

He found himself in a room. A buzzing and nauseating headache pounded in his skull. The metal of the chair he was sitting on was cold. He guessed that he hadn't been there long. 'It's been a while since I've been kidnapped.' The man took in his surroundings, unsure of his location. He noticed his hands were free, not bound to the chair. The lightness settled in quickly—something was missing. His gun. His knife. Not surprising. Still annoying. The man considered getting up, but his body felt like someone had put him through a strainer.

The room was small, with old machinery, and yet not a single bit of dust. Out in front of him was the window. From his vantage point, he could see a screen out the window; he could see nothing else. To his right was a machine. It appeared like two desktop computers stacked on top of one another; further, the top was tilted to be attached to the wall. To his left was the only door in the room.

His body protested as he stood swaying slightly. A bout of dizziness as he went to reach for the doorknob, and to no surprise, the door was indeed locked.

He was stumped and slightly annoyed that he would have to wait to know who his captor was. That he was stuck. He made his way back to his seat and the window. Maybe he could squeeze through it. Using the chair to break the window. Then he took a moment to peer out of the window, and the sight made him reel back. There were people below him, a theater lined with seats. 'Who are these people? Are they the enemy or fellow captives?' He watched as a man who looked oddly familiar walked down the alley. His words murmured until he heard them become in focus. 'Are they even real?'

"However, we all play a more direct role in that just from what we have all seen in these last couple of episodes," His breath grew unsteady. Mori Ougai, the Port Mafia's boss, had kidnapped him. 'Why? And why in a theater?' Nothing was making sense. He moved closer to get a better view, scanning the audience. Mori made his way down to the bottom floor, his gaze on two individuals: one with brown wavy hair and another with white, greyish hair.

He didn't recognize the white hair from his place, but he did recognize the mop of loosely wavy brown hair. His heart shot to the sky. He wasn't ready. There were things he needed to do before he saw him again. It also meant that this may not be a kidnapping, as he generally thought, because Dazai would never be in Mori's presence willingly. The man shook his head.

"Maybe, still a kidnapping," he murmured to himself. His eyes linger on the white hair next to Dazai. The person next to him was the new recruit of the agency: Nakajima Atsushi. He remembered confirming the new addition and removing the warrant.

"This will be a long day," he sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing between his eyes, trying to ease the growing headache. A few moments passed, and he watched as people flowed into the theater. The man scooted his chair closer to the window—absorbed into the events unfolding in front of him. One side was shades of black, and the other side was a mix of colors. It was undeniable that it was two of the biggest gift organizations in a single room.