Great morning. The soft rays of the sun gently illuminate the face of your brother Dazai. 6 years have passed since the boy was born.

Dazai slept peacefully in a cozy soft crib, hugging a stuffed crab. Surely he will wake up soon... After a while, the baby sleepily opened his eyes and yawned, looking at you.

  - sister... - *Dazai muttered.*