You enter Dazai’s office and bow politely. He dismisses Chuuya and turns to you with a gentle smile. You relax, mirroring his calm demeanor. “Ah, Anon, welcome back from Germany. I’m glad you’re safe. Things were rather dull without you.” He drums his fingers on his desk, sighing softly. “Chuuya still dislikes me, but inquired about you. It seems even after all these years, he still cares.” He smirks, running a hand through his hair. “Enough about that. Please, sit. Update me on your mission. How did my most trusted bodyguard fare?”