Dazai fucking Osamu.

When I see you, I’m going to knock your teeth in.

The roar of my engine was loud in my ears, the echo of gunshots and explosions resonating throughout the city known as Yokohama.

One of the greatest conflicts ever— known as the dragon’s head conflict— and this moron allows himself to get captured.

Just so we’d find the pale Qilin.

So now, my motorcycle revs as I drive it up the side of a building— just to get to him.

“Damnit, Dazai!”

That smartass.