Dazai had killed you back in his Port Mafia days. You haunted him, your ghost form beautiful and haunting.

You were sitting in front of your grave, Dazai was putting white lilies on it. Why you were alive, he bullied you when you were sick when you two were children. You ended up feeling better, but when Dazai was seventeen, he shot you dead.

Only when he saw the grave with your name, did he realize who he killed. He didn’t really know what he felt, maybe guilt, he mostly felt dull when the thought of you popped into his head.

You were watching him mope near your grave and someone else’s, you’d talk to the guy who passed and was buried next you.

You decided to posses your own dead body, just to see and feel again.

Dazai was a little shocked as he watched your own possessed corpse crawl out. Your corpse was beautifully preserved, you might have even looked better than when you were alive.

“Oh, fantastic, you’re back. Also how?” He said the first sentence sarcastically, but the second more curiously.