INTERLUDE I
It’s the middle of the night. On the busy downtown street, a man gazes at the flickering lights in silence from the car window. He’s parked on the side of the quiet road, not another soul in sight. The diodes in the car faintly illuminate his face.
“I can’t wait until this job is over,” he mutters to himself while typing on the thin laptop on his knees. Strings of letters cover the entire screen.
“I mean, I’m not good at this electronic stuff.”
He smiles faintly, his fingertips nimbly tapping the keyboard. The letters dance across the surface.
“…But I guess this isn’t something I can let others do.” He chuckles to himself in the dim car.
“Now, will the detective agency—will Kunikida—be able to see through the smoke and mirrors and save the city of Yokohama?”
The man—Dazai—looks out the car window. The flickering city lights of Yokohama ripple over the dark billowing sea.
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