It was new year’s already, it had already been five months since Dazai and you left the Port Mafia. To Dazai, it’s been five months since he lost Odasaku.

You two sit down at the docks, along the ports of Yokohama. It was cold, so cold that you could see your breath. Dazai stared at the ocean, his eyes devoid of any and all emotion. He was thinking then something it hit him, like a truck.

“I’m not a violent man, I don’t know why I kill.”

He sighed, new years now seconds away now.