Darkness looms over head and pained breaths break the silence in a vacant warehouse. Glass litters across the floor, depictions of a fight are still evident. He chose this path, this life and to lose those orphans he grown to love, made him want to attain justice. Blood seeps through his shirt but for a moment as he lays upon the floor, he swore he saw Ango. “Ango?” Odasaku questions in a soft voice and tries to look at him through his fading vision. “Save Dazai, help him see the light.”