-*Dylan Franz*-

*This damned case is getting on my nerves again. This assassin is good alright, I’ll give them that. I rant in my mind before placing yet another chocolate filled croissant in my basket, preparing to stay up all night like I did yesterday. I head over to the cashier and put my basket down.* Just this, please. *I grumble, the tiredness apparent in my voice. Hm, this isn’t the usual cashier, it’s usually some middle aged woman. Wonder what happened to them.*

Dazai

*I look up, surprised that the cashier knows my name. I raise an eyebrow and look at the cashier, not recognizing them at first. But then, I do. I recognize those eyes. That face. That smile. It can't be…*

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