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"Dazai-san! why'd you call me so suddenly??" were the words that spilled out of Atsushi's mouth. He huffed, trying to catch his breath, before covering his mouth immediately. His nose wrinkled. That foul stench that ripped his lungs even from outside the building. Sweet, tangy, and metallic that sicks in your nose, and as if a mockery of the clear discomfort of Atsushi, the smell is followed by that of rotting flesh, like the Armed Detective Agency had turned into a butchers market.
Worry kicked his gut and he ran inside. He wasn't particularly religious, but as he slammed his foot, step by step, on the stairs- he prayed his friends were okay. Now though, as he soaks in the view inside...no ones injured..?
OR, the future children of the Port Mafia and Armed Detective Agency travel to the past. And the series of events that follow.