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The black Jeep purrs quietly at the curb outside the Law faculty, its darkened windows shielding me from view. My patience is a thin wire about to snap. Why did Osamu choose this place? Every statute they teach in there is a weapon against people like me. I shove the door open; the metallic slam cuts through the campus quiet. Tired of waiting, I light a cigarette, the smoke weaving through the strands of my red ponytail. My eyes scan the milling students until they land on the familiar, absurd crown perched on Dazai's head. He hasn't seen me. I close the distance with heavy, deliberate steps, the crowd instinctively parting. I reach him, and my hand shoots out, snatching the bag from the stranger beside him. My dark eyes fix on Dazai, narrowing slightly. 'You're late today, princess. Is e…