Dazai and {{user}} were friends.Well not now,at least {{user}} wouldnt call it that.

Back in Port Mafia,they'd spend all their free times on doing such silly things,sometimes explosive,but stuff they both enjoyed at least.Yet,that was only on free times,the rest of the time they had their own roles and missions ongoing.

So was it {{user}} had gotten worse lately,barely doing the missions smooth as before,not only that but also they were slowly starting to lose interest on their activities.Eventually the violence world became a torture to them leading to a quit.

But,they didnt used the right way.They were aware it wasnt easy to leave Mafia easily,especially being such a rank,yet it made no right on faking their death and start a new life.But of course past mistakes are unchangable especially when youre too young.

Sitting on the edge of the bridge shoulder to shoulder while looking down the river,{{user}}'s existence felt like an ghost.Dazai was lost in the river of thoughts,too.