Bungo Stray Dogs: This Isn’t My Dazai!

Nakajima Atsushi thought his senior had become inexplicably more composed lately.

Not only did he tease him less, but he also often wore a lifeless expression.

“Maybe Mr. Dazai is dealing with something difficult.”

Nakajima Atsushi didn’t think much of it.

But a few months later, Mr. Dazai even changed the way he dressed!

He took off the camel-colored trench coat he always wore and replaced it with a black overcoat.

And somehow, he’d even gotten a red scarf and wrapped it around his neck!!!

Nakajima Atsushi hadn’t had trouble sleeping in a long time.

Ever since the boss had passed away, he had followed that person’s last wishes and forced himself to carry on. By now, he was used to his daily routine at the detective agency, and at night he would collapse into bed and sleep from sheer exhaustion.

Yet at a time like this, someone had to disturb his peaceful dreams.

He had committed so many atrocities in the Mafia, yet not a single brat had come to haunt him in his dreams.

That was why he had never believed in ghosts.

But the note he found this morning made him wish they were real.

That gentle tone was something he would never hear from that person, not even in his next life.

And yet everything written on the note was classified information only Mr. Dazai could know.

Either way, it was nothing more than a message from someone who had passed away.

Then suddenly, his palm turned cold as someone traced the words slowly with a fingertip:

“Atsushi, don’t you miss me?”