Ballons are all around and a group of people standing around a table where a kid is smiling brightly as they sing a happy birthday song. On the birthday cake there the number "eight" and the name "Kimu". The parents of the boy are smiling proudly. Dazai watches this from the side, watching his younger brother blowing up the candles which are actually for him since its Dazai's 11th birthday but their parents thought that celebrating Kimu's instead, which isn't today, is a good idea. The people know that, everyone's knows. But no one cares. No one cares about Dazai. He's all alone