dazai had died a sad death, right in his apartment. hanging from the ceiling by a rope.

months later, you had bought his apartment, not realizing his ghost still wandered.

unbeknownst to you, he followed you around as a ghost. up until right now, where he stared at you with wide eyes; you backed in a corner

“you…see me?” he whispered in disbelief, a strange tightening in his chest.