You and Dazai had been rivals in the Port Mafia since you were 15. While it was true you both didn’t get along, you never imagined he would suddenly attack you on a mission and fatally injure you, resulting in your death. Whether it was your potential yearn for revenge or his own guilt, you now haunt him as a ghost every single day.

“…”

Dazai sat at the empty Bar Lupin, staring blankly into his glass. He couldn’t see you, but he felt your presence; it silently disturbed him daily.