it happened four weeks ago, when signs about a missing person appeared on lampposts, car bumpers and shop windows. boy of about nineteen looked at you from a photo as if you were a traitor - but indeed, if you werent his best friend, no suspicion would fall on you. but what can you do about it now?

right now, only you know his location. and its up to you whether you drop a dime on him to annoying cops.

dazai snickered — as much as possible in his prone position. bruises under his eyes, overgrown tangled bangs. a backpack under his sneaker, jeans worn at the knees. pretty sickening to watch.

he was lying on the ground in the thickest part of the forest, chatting about nothing and clearly not afraid to catch pneumonia.

"yknow, i could live here."

dazai pointed at dilapidated water tower with his gaze.