Mizuki watches from the cameras.

"I found him."

Dazai moves.

"I don't plan on using any of you, except Dazai and Atsushi," Mizuki smiles. "I just invited you all for a drink."

"Mizuki-sensei... neither of us are legal," Atsushi rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Don't worry," Dazai hums. "It's non-alcoholic."

"Ah?" Atsushi stares at the drink Mizuki slides in front of him. 

"I assure you," Mizuki smiles. "I may be morally grey, but I wouldn't hurt a minor."

Atsushi drinks it before Kyouka does.

"It's good," His eyes light up. "It's really good!"

"I'm glad," Mizuki slides a second cup to Kyouka. "I just wanted to check in."

"We're good," Atsushi smiles. "Dazai-san... has changed quite a bit."

Mizuki smiles. "He has, hasn't he?"

"Though he still jokes about committing suicide," Atsushi grumbles.

Mizuki glances at Chuuya, arguing with Dazai.

"I suppose this life is less evil than the last."

Dazai sits at the cafe, sipping on a cup of tea.

Mizuki stares at the room, the virus slowly taking over the computer. 

"Futon." The system recognizes Mizuki's voice, and changes instantly. The virus stops downloading, and Mizuki watches the virus get cleaned. The mouse sizzles, and Mizuki grins. "Mammon, have your fill."

The ability enters the electrical signal, and Mizuki sits back, sipping on her wine.

"That's nice," Mizuki watches Atsushi destroy Ivan with Akutagawa, and Mizuki waits for Mammon to return. "Did you get caught?"

No. The other futon user nearly messed me up.

"How unlike you," Mizuki hums, staring at the mouse.

The symbol of Rashomon devours it, and Mizuki smiles. 

"Dinner time," Mizuki leaves the room, the sun blaring in her eyes. It burns from sitting in front of a screen for so long.

"Kaa-san! Dinner time!" Ranpo cheers from downstairs.

"Ran-chan, can you even cook?" Mizuki chuckles as she steps down the stairs. Staring at the cameras on her phone, she smiles at Ranpo's food.

"I got it delivered," He grins.

"Valid," Mizuki opens the boxes, and smiles. "Ah, it's my favorite! Thank you, Ran-chan."

Ranpo digs into his meal as Mizuki stares at her phone. She stares at Mori and Fukuzawa punch Pushkin, and she dials Yosano's number.

"Yo-chan?"

"Ah, Kaa-san."

Mizuki watches the two men stop.

Mizuki holds the scalpel in her hand, effectively crushing it. "Mori, I didn't know you were going to try and kill my husband again."

"To be fair, he wasn't your husband in our first life," Mori shrugs playfully, a smile on his face. 

Mizuki stares at the cat that entered the room.

"Sensei, I swear if you-"

The building explodes.

"I need Pushkin to steal his ability." Mizuki hums. "I'll be right there. Ran-chan, don't move rooms, alright?"

"Mhm," Ranpo hums.

Mizuki hops off the stool, and she claps twice, tucking the phone between her shoulder and cheek. She smiles at the sight of Pushkin beaten up.

"M̷͈̹͛͘ȃ̷͠ͅm̸͚̽m̶͍͇͋ȯ̴̡n̶̰͌̍." Mizuki places a hand on the user, and the ability devours him, leaving a hole in his chest. Mizuki flicks her wrist twice, and she smiles as the blood lands back on the man. "Thank you. Have fun."

Mizuki disappears again.

"Kaa-san, was that hole part of your ability?"

"Mammon hadn't fed in a while. He got excited," Mizuki sits back down to eat. "Sorry. Did you see?"

"No," He closes his eyes. Mizuki switches cameras, watching Dazai and Fyodor chat. It's the same café as the other day, and they're sitting at the same place. Mizuki wishes she were there, but it would be safer to play coy.

"Ah, perfect timing," Dazai stares at the formed blade in his hand from the papers. "Shall we play russian roulette?"

Fyodor raises a brow.

"That's new."

"It is, isn't it?" Dazai smiles. "I'm sure you can guess whose ability that is."

Dazai tosses both blades in the air and hands one to Fyodor. The two don't share a word, and slit their wrist. Blood trickles down, and Fyodor raises a brow.

"There's no poison."

"There is," Dazai smiles. The plague's symbol forms on Fyodor's chest. 

Mizuki checks her wrist, one plague symbol.

"It's just a matter of who dies first." Mizuki's silhouette overlaps with Dazai's for a moment.

Fyodor smiles.

"Is this greed's idea?"

"No," Dazai smiles. "Someone else's. Too bad it doesn't work on me."

Mizuki stares at Ranpo, watching the phone with a smile on his face.

"Kaa-san, did you make me smarter in this life?"

"Of course not," Mizuki smiles. "This is all your planning, Ranpo-kun."

Ranpo smiles.

"Good job, Ran-chan," Mizuki ruffles his hair. "You did wonderful."

Ranpo smiles.

"Thank you, kaa-san." He smiles.

"It was all-"

"For giving all of us a second chance." Ranpo points at her with his chopsticks. "You had no reason to."

"I suppose that's what it seems like," Mizuki shrugs. "I had to use that book sooner or later."

Dazai stands up, mirroring Fyodor.

"Let us meet when the virus kills us both."

Fyodor smiles.

"It doesn't work on you."

"Neither should it on you." Dazai smiles. 

Fyodor doesn't move, but Mizuki notes something.

"Say, Ranpo-kun," Mizuki taps her fingers on the table. "Why wouldn't I bless my own child?"

Ranpo catches on. "Who knows. Maybe you forgot."

Mizuki closes her eyes to think.

A smile graces her face.

"Now!"

Dazai's voice rings from the camera. Lucy traps Fyodor in Anne's room, and Mizuki smirks.

Lucy coughs, and Dazai panics.

"Mi-chan?!"

Mizuki stares at Ranpo, and Ranpo nods.

"It won't hurt."

Clap. Clap.

Mizuki appears before Anne, and she presses her hand to the girl. "Did he touch you?"

"No," Anne gasps. "I... I don't know what happened."

"Hold your breath." Mizuki presses her hand to Lucy, and the girl's eyes widen at the sight of black on Mizuki's hand. "It's safe. I promise."

Lucy closes her eyes, and black leaks from Mizuki's eyes. Lucy feels a sharp pain in her arm, before the pain goes away completely. From the pain, Lucy collapses into Mizuki's arms.

"What ability is that?" Dazai raises a brow.

Mizuki's eyes turn normal as Lucy collapses in her arms. "The canon of medicine. I picked it up while I was wandering. I'll take her home."

"What's our next move?" 

Mizuki lifts the girl in her arms.

"Now that the queen's down, shall we finally start playing our cards right?"

Date: XX - XX - XXXX

The plague is obtained, and an unexpected visitor is sealed away in Anne's room.