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Four years ago...

Back when the darkness of night
was a far bluer hue than now...

Hey, Odasaku.

Sorry, Sensei.

You're calling a cat Sensei?

Doesn't he look wise?

He gives up his seat when
I have guests, too.

Anyway, you have to hear this, Odasaku!

There was a shootout today.

Oh?

I was trading shots in a warehouse block

with an energetic crew armed with
a machine-gun equipped truck!

That's quite the weapon.

And what's with your new injuries?

Is that from this shootout?

I had to go pee in the midst of it,

then I tripped on a ditch
because I was in such a hurry.

I see.

When you rush, it's hard to avoid that.

Yes, it is.

His name is Dazai Osamu...

An executive in the Port Mafia,
a criminal organization.

By the way, as for the other guys,

they ran away crying after I set a
trap and roughed them up a little.

They're a pretty sorry bunch.

Thanks to them, yet again
I couldn't manage to die.

There's a saying among the Port Mafia...

The biggest misfortune for Dazai's enemies

is that they are Dazai's enemies.

His list of deeds writ in darkness and blood

is enough to make even those
in the Mafia tremble.

He was practically born to be one of them.

Oh, man!

I wonder if there is a simple, reliable
way to commit suicide somewhere.

I doubt it.

Odasaku?

Man fears death and yet, at the
same time, man is drawn to death.

Death is endlessly consumed by
men in cities and in literature.

It is a singular event in one's
life that none may reverse.

That is what I desire.

So on that note, barkeep, can
I have a cup of detergent?

We don't have any.

Oh, okay.

Then how about a detergent-based cocktail?

We don't have any.

I guess there's nothing
you can do about that.

Odasaku-san, you should've called him out.

It's because you never do
that Dazai-kun goes off the rails.

Ango!

You should call him out with just about the
force of a hammer hitting the back of his head.

I'm driving today, so tomato juice, please.

It's been a while.

Are you on your way back from a job?

It was a bad day.

It took way too much time
to buy smuggled items.

After haggling until eight,

all I have to show for my
efforts is this antique watch.

This concludes about 74%
of transactions for this quarter.

His name is Sakaguchi Ango.

If I account for the 8%
of existing organizations

He is one of the Port Mafia's
intelligence officers.

with which we've never had
any transactions,

Almost all critical and
classified information

our profit has exceeded
last year's by 34%.

pass through Ango when
communicating with outsiders.

Perhaps it is thanks to our youngest
executive in the organization's history.

His head's full of information about the
Port Mafia that's more valuable than gold.

Well, thank you.

Of course, this summation includes
today's disastrous deal.

There must be as many enemy organizations
as there are stars in the sky

who wish to torture him for information.

It's a job that requires considerable grit.

So Ango fuzzed his job, too.

"Fuzzed"?

Yeah, we're fuzz buddies.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time
since we first became drinking buddies.

But I've never heard you
complain about work, Odasaku.

It'd only bore you to hear my stories

as the lowest-ranking member
of the organization.

There you go being secretive again...

What'd you do this time?

I punished a kid stealing from a store

in a shopping district that
pays us protection money.

I mediated a tense face-off between
the lover and the wife of one of our

shell company executives.

Lastly, I disposed of a dud that was found
behind one of the Mafia offices.

Hey, Odasaku!

Let's change jobs.

I want to dispose of duds, too!

You wouldn't be able to handle it.

Yeah, you'd get blown up.

Blown up?

Hey, did you hear that, Ango?

He said blown up!

I'd get blown up!

The kind of jobs that come my
way as the lowest-ranking member

How far will I get blown away?!

I don't know!

If you'd like, I can blow you up!

are all crap jobs no one
wants to deal with.

You'd do that for me?

Basically, I'm the organization's handyman.

By the way,

are the two of you here today for a meeting?

Dazai just happened to be
here when I walked in.

I just had a feeling I'd run into you two

if I came here tonight.

Did you need something from us?

Nothing really.

I just thought

tonight might become the
usual night if I did come.

That's all.

What are we toasting?

Anything's fine.

I don't really need a reason.

To the stray dogs.

To the stray dogs.

Hey, Ango, do you have a camera
in your bag by any chance?

Yeah, though it's for work.

Let's take a photo to remember.

To remember?

Remember what?

That the three of us were gathered here today.

But the three of us are
always drinking here.

As the executive wishes.

Make sure you take a good photo of me.

Taking it from this angle
makes me look more manly.

Dazai Osamu

Ability:
No Longer
Human

Sakaguchi
Ango

I don't need my photo taken.

Ability: Discourse
on Decadence

Oda
Sakunosuke

Ability:
Flawless

Why do you want photos all of a sudden?

I just feel like if we don't do it now,

there'll be nothing left to show
that we hung out like this.

Odasaku, the camera.

And it turned out just like he said.

That day became the last
time that we could record

the invisible something we shared
between us in a photograph.

Because one of us died soon after.

The lowest-ranking member would never

enter the Port Mafia headquarters
under normal circumstances.

No one knows what he wants from me,

but, as far as this organization is
concerned, his word is absolute.

I'm Oda.

I am here because I received
a summons from the boss.

I'm Oda.

Boss, it's Oda.

I'm coming in.

Come on, Elise-chan.

Please wear the dress.

Just for a little bit!

Just put it on for a quick second!

I don't want to!

Never!

Come on, Elise-chan.

Please try it on, okay?

I put a lot of thought into picking it out.

Look at these crimson frills!

They're like flower petals!

I'm sure you'll look great in it.

I don't dislike pretty clothes.

But I hate your desperation, Rintaro!

Boss.

I came under your orders.

So, Oda-kun.

Yes, Boss.

You did not see anything, understand?

Yes, I did not see anything.

You made time for someone like me,

even though you were busy getting a
young girl to change her clothes.

Why did you call me here?

Well...

Never mind.

I called you here for one
reason and one reason alone.

I need you to find someone.

Find someone?

You're asking me, an ordinary member?

I've heard good things about you.

I want to ask you specifically
to carry out this job.

The missing person is Sakaguchi Ango-kun,
an intelligence officer.

Ango-kun went missing last night.

He never got home.

He may have chosen to vanish
of his own free will,

or he may have been abducted.
We do not know which is the case.

As you well know, Ango-kun is a
Port Mafia intelligence officer.

His head is full of secrets
that would be enough

to crush us if he were to sell
them to other organizations.

However...

Even if that were not the case,

Ango-kun is a competent and
important staff member to me.

I want to help him if
something has happened.

This is the Silver Oracle.

Take it.

Show this to anyone in the organization,

and you'll receive some form of assistance.

You can even order executives around.

I've heard that you have personal relations
with an executive named Dazai-kun.

A friendship that surpasses
hierarchical bounds, I see.

His capabilities are astounding.

In four, five years,

I'm sure he'll have killed me
to sit on the throne himself.

Oda-kun...

Yes, Boss?

Rumors have it that you've never killed
anyone with that gun of yours.

Why is that?

Are you commanding me as the leader
of our organization to respond?

No, it's a personal question.
Just simple curiosity.

Then I prefer not to answer.

Very well.

Go.

I await good news.

Ensure that the city police
do not hear of this.

Call the cleaners, too.

They need to transport the bodies.

Find out if these three have families.

If they do, I'll contact them.

Also, an executive will be here shortly.

Good morning, everyone!

Hang on just one second.

I'm about to clear this difficult level.

Oh, crap! He's ahead!

Take this attack!

Damn, he dodged it!

Dazai-dono, thank you for taking
the trouble to come out here.

Our armory guards were killed.

It's been a while since we last

had anyone reckless enough to
target a Port Mafia armory.

Each died on the spot after being hit with
between ten and twenty 9mm rounds.

Firearms were taken from the armory.

Then I'll go take a look.

Take care of this, will you?

Hmm.

I-I wouldn't know what to do right away!

This many rounds that went
clean through the bodies...

Wh-Which buttons do I press?

That means a sub-machine gun
was used at close range.

The assailants were pretty skilled.

I'm getting my hopes up.

Do we have surveillance
footage of the warehouse?

They just look like
vagrants at first glance,

but they must be well-trained soldiers.

They are careful about covering
each others' blind spots.

Still, why take on this appearance?

Hirotsu-san...

I have no excuse to offer.

If you give me another
chance, I will surely—

Do you recognize this gun?

It's an old model.

It's older than me.

I think it's a Graugeist.
An old European pistol.

I saw this gun last night...

That means they attacked me right
before they hit the armory.

It must've been a distraction.

This is interesting.

They're a far more interesting
bunch than I thought.

Hirotsu-san, they hit one of the
Port Mafia's best storage units.

They used the official passcode to get in.

It's only known to members who
are sub-executives and higher.

Could it mean that we have a traitor?

Don't we know who's behind these attacks?

My subordinates tortured a hostage
from yesterday to make him talk,

but he seized an opportunity to kill himself
using a suicide pill hidden in his back tooth.

But we did manage to learn one thing.

The organization's name is...

Episode 13
The Dark Age

Mimic.

So Ango lives in a hotel.

Sakaguchi Ango...

An intelligence officer with the Port Mafia.

A mysterious intellectual,

no one knew who you really were.

I don't understand.

A ventilation shaft?

A sniper, huh?

Dazai?

That's rare, getting a call from you.

I was targeted by a sniper.

In Ango's room.

I'm going after the sniper now.

He's firing from a building across
the Secondhand Books Avenue.

So you want me to cut his escape route off?

I have the Silver Oracle on hand.

If you need me to, I'll...

Oh, there's no need.

Don't push yourself too hard
until I get there.

Don't move.

He was waiting for me
instead of trying to run?

He must be after this safe.

Odasaku, duck!

You're quite the troublemaker, Odasaku.

You could have easily killed these
guys in an instant, if you wanted to.

My ability, Flawless,

allows me to see five, six
seconds into the future.

You killed them?

Not like we would've gotten any
information if we'd taken them hostage.

After all, they love the
taste of their poison pills.

I know.

That's not why you asked.

But they are trained combat professionals.

Even you would've been unable
to avoid killing them.

Yeah, I would've ended up
dead if you hadn't come.

Oda Sakunosuke...

A curious Port Mafia member
who refuses to kill anyone,

no matter what the circumstance.

Because of that troublesome creed,

you're being used as an errand
boy by the organization

despite your considerable capabilities.

I've heard that complaint a million times.

More importantly, about this attack.

Who are they?

Look at his waist.

He's slinging an old pistol, see?

It's called a Graugeist.

Given that it's an old European pistol,

it has low firing rate and accuracy.

So it'd only serve to fire warning
shots in a narrow alley like this.

That pistol probably serves
as their emblem of some sort,

to indicate who they are.

And who are they?

Mimic.

Mimic?

I'm still investigating the specifics.

But maybe we'll find something
out from the fact

that they had a sniper watching Ango's room.

They wanted to retrieve this safe.

A safe?

It was in Ango's room.

But there was no key, and I can't open it.

Oh, that?

Let's see.

Let me try.

Opened it.

He's sure clever with his hands...

Hey.

Why?

You said this gun was their emblem, right?

A sign of who they are...

If Ango has one, it means...

This alone is inconclusive.

Ango may have taken this gun from them,

or they may have planted
this to implicate him.

You're right.

But, Odasaku.

I'll tell you one thing I've noticed.

Yesterday, when we were drinking at the bar,

Ango said he was on his way
back from a deal, remember?

That's probably a lie.

What?

You saw his bag, right?

From top to bottom, it had
cigarettes, a folding umbrella,

a camera, and his prize, the antique watch.

The umbrella had been used,
and it was wrapped in cloth.

And his work trip was to Tokyo,
where it had rained.

So his umbrella was wet because
it was raining where he went.

What's odd about that?

Ango supposedly went there in his car.

When did he use the umbrella, then?

It wasn't before the deal,

because the umbrella was
on top of the clock.

And it wasn't after the deal, either.

What makes you say that?

The umbrella was wet enough that it wasn't
used for a mere two or three minutes.

It must've been used in the rain
for a good thirty minutes or so.

But despite supposedly being
in the rain for so long,

his shoes and pants were dry.

If his deal was at eight and
we met at the bar at ten,

two hours weren't enough for
his shoes and pants to dry.

Maybe he changed clothes.

He drove me home in his car,

but I didn't see any change
of clothes or shoes.

I think Ango didn't go to a deal.

He met someone in the rain,

spoke to them for about thirty minutes,

and then killed some time
before coming back.

Intelligence officers like
Ango sometimes choose

a rainy road for their secret meetings.

It's more secure than an indoor
space for classified talk.

Ango is the Port Mafia's
classified intelligence officer.

Of course he'd have one or two meetings
he couldn't tell anyone about!

Then he could've just said
that he couldn't tell us.

If he had, both you and I wouldn't
have asked any further.

Don't you agree?

He's right...

And yet, he even made up an alibi.

What was the reason that he had to go
to such lengths to hide that meeting?

Well, you have commendable spirit.

To tell you the truth,
I hold you all in awe.

No other organization has managed
to face the Port Mafia head-on.

Dazai!

Don't!

I hope you can see the joy in my eyes.

With just a slight press of your finger,

you can give me what I desire most.

My only fear is that
you'll miss your target.

But you won't.

You're a sniper, aren't you?

Dazai!

Either way, you'll be killed.

At least try to kill one of the
enemy executives before you go.

Stop it, Dazai.

Please, take me with you.

Wake me from this oxidizing
world of a dream...

Dazai!

Sorry to shock you.

It was great acting, wasn't it?

Acting?

I knew he'd miss.

His left cheek had the imprint
from the sniper's rifle.

In other words, he is left-handed.

He was using his non-dominant right hand,

and he was so unsteady that
he could barely stand.

And with that old pistol?

He wouldn't have succeeded unless he had the
gun pressed up right against my forehead.

I knew you'd do something if I bought enough
time with talk to tire his arm out.

Just stop, Dazai.

That's enough.

Odasaku...

Please find Ango.

Yeah, I know.

Next Time: Episode 14
Nowhere to Return