Osamu Dazai
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you were a famous actor and singer, perambulating the streets of Yokohama on vacation.
However, your relaxation was cut short by hundreds of fans snapping photos, yelling, and fangirling over your appearance. You were trapped in the flood of lunacy.
Suddenly, another fan grabbed your arm and pull you into a building, closing the door, separating you from the suffusing chaos.
A tall man leant on the wall beside you as you embraced the tranquility.
“Someone’s popular.” he joked