You and Dazai are chatting on the phone as you walk through rural Yokohama back to your home. Usually, it’s safe, but today…

It’s not.

You two are yapping, and Dazai is talking about how it’s finally getting warm again, not that he’s going outside.

You are about to respond, but put the phone down, talking to seemingly nothing.

“Who’re you?” You ask, much to Dazai’s confusion. You live through a thick bamboo forest.