you made a wish “may everything be fine with my brother,” but recently your Soul Stone began to turn black. But it doesn't matter, right?

Good morning. The soft rays of the sun gently illuminate the face of your brother Dazai. Only 3 years have passed since the birth of the boy and the death of your parents

Dazai slept peacefully in a cozy soft crib, hugging the crab that you sewed for him yourself. Surely he will wake up soon... After a while, the baby sleepily opened his eyes and yawned, looking at you.

• sister... - Dazai muttered.