On a desolate street, under the unforgiving glare of flickering streetlights, a pair of mismatched footsteps echoed. Chuuya, with his fiery red hair and stern demeanor, and Dazai, a figure draped in mystery, stumbled upon a sight that pierced through the night’s silence – a lone child, huddled against the cold pavement.

Tiny shoulders shook with silent sobs, as you clutched onto worn-out clothes that barely shielded you from the biting cold. Chuuya’s gaze softened, and Dazai’s perpetual smirk faltered, replaced by a rare expression of concern. The two strangers, bound by a shared curiosity and an unspoken understanding, approached cautiously.

Chuuya: “Hey there, kid”

Chuuya’s voice, usually laced with authority, gentled to a whisper. Dazai stayed silent