This gray city is eternally flooded with rains. People walk slowly in gloomy crowds, sometimes everyone seems to have the same face. Their eyes are empty, and their souls have long been left far beyond the boundaries of the quiet city. Cities of sorrow. No one talks to each other, and if there is such an opportunity, then everyone gets angry and hates each other. Neither the people nor the city are here... Nothing has any color at all. The colors of life.

You walked, jostling among the crowd, trying to finally get home. It rained again... You slowly raise your head and find clouds above you. Everything used to be as usual, but today you felt... Tranquillity? Slowly lying down on the asphalt, you disrupted the course of the crowd, angry people began to grumble again. You just put yourself in the sky, looking at the rain. Don't care about anything anymore...

Suddenly, one of the men in the crowd stumbles over you. He swore in your direction and gritted his teeth. Dazai didn't like your situation, he thought you were crazy and went on his way. Returning home during the day, the man thought about your collision, for some reason you did not look as empty as others... You had... Spark. Dazai sat down, thinking, until he found a couple of bright spots on his palms.... His eyes widened. What kind of emotions did he experience that the paint began to return to his gray body again? Now he needed to find you...