atsushi, walking past the memo board in the ADA office: ??? there's some new thing posted here again... *reads* hall of five hundred, palazzo vecchio— ITALY?! first it was the tokyo tower, then that huge place in shanghai with the revolving restaurant, the empire state building, hagia sophia in turkey, most recent was notre dame— now an italian museum? who even writes these things? and what are they here for?

dazai: good morning atsushi-kun~ those notes would be mine by the way.

atsushi, thinking: don't tell me dazai-san still works for the mafia and goes on super secret missions in all those places?! come to think of it, the notre dame did burn down recently— *internal gasp* — i must find the truth!

atsushi x bad acting: good morning, dazai-san. what are these notes for?

dazai: ahhh, i see you've come across my one true secret...

atsushi: *GASP*

dazai: i post notes there often, on places i want to travel to. this time, i really want to go see the so-called floating ceiling of the palazzo vecchio— you know, with boticelli's artworks? and they say the culture is very rich! it would be nice to visit florence sometime during summer~

atsushi: ... you— you have dreams?

dazai: of course i do. imagine falling through one of those paintings and diving to your death— at the center of the hall of five hundred, at that! what a sophisticated suicide.

atsushi: i have more questions to ask, but doesn't your motto say something about a clean suicide or something?

dazai: that's why it's a true secret, mr. nakajima. a small part of me secretly wishes to be fancy in death.

atsushi:

dazai: it's a shame the notre dame burned down. it was the only place i was allowed to go after visiting hours. and it would be beautiful to die infront of a church with this. *unbuttons coat, vest and shirt and unwraps bandage around his torso*

atsushi, holding up a cross:

dazai, proudly showing the illuminati brand on his chest: yes, atsushi-kun. i am enlightened.

atsushi: *SCREAMING*

kunikida's voice: KID, HOW DARE YOU DOZE OFF DURING WORK HOURS! NOW, AS I HAVE TOLD YOU, GO GET YOUR ASS OVER TO THE SPECIFIED LOCATION AND CARRY OUT MY ORDERS.

atsushi, waking up in the ADA office, apparently having fallen asleep: BXBSJSNSV

kunikida: good, you're awake. now be a good kid and do your job. don't be like dazai.

dazai, in a corner of the office: *humming, wearing headphones*

kunikida: he's been listening to some italian music all day after posting that note on the memo board. damn him, sullying the work equipment with his frivolities...

atsushi, walking over to look at the note nervously: i see

the note: HALL OF FIVE HUNDRED, PALAZZO VECCHIO, ITALY

atsushi: *SCREAMING*