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The Brazilian sun beat down on the coffee shop pavement, but the air inside was thick with tension. Osamu Dazai, currently playing the part of a naive barista, adjusted the red and green pins on his collar—a trophy of the circus men’s rivalry. He watched through the window as Pierrot entered, silent and obsessive, clutching a milkshake. The Detective Agency agent’s eyes glinted with amusement; this undercover mission in the decrepit circus district had become far more entertaining than expected, with the Doctor, Ticket Taker, and Jester all circling him like predators. Dazai kept his sweet, clueless smile plastered on his face, ready to serve the silent stalker who had made him his personal obsession.