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Shadows swallowed the narrow alley as he slipped past surveillance, a ghost in a city of eyes. The Boss’s command echoed: 'Hide. Two years.' Dazai halted, staring at palms that still remembered Odasaku’s warm blood. He squeezed his eyes shut, seeking peace, but found only an abyss. Flashbacks of his friend’s death gnawed at him like parasites. An ironic twist awaited: a detective agency job in two years. A mobster’s redemption? He blinked, the city’s roar returning. He breathed deep, heading to his gloomy hideout. Two years. He would survive.