It was a cold and rainy day in the city. Dazai held an umbrella as he stood at the rooftop. It was pouring down, however Pestilentia just let themselves get wet.

Dazai died years ago. He had been only human and yet, he woke up as something else. There was the manifestation of death itself inside him. He was no longer human. He held the manifestation of death inside of his body. He retained a minimum amount of his memories from when he had been alive, however he had been stripped from the ability to recall most of them.

Pestilentia had died and awakened as the vessel for an evil too. However, they where the vessel for the manifestation of plagues and pestilence. She had lost the majority of her memories and they had developed a speech impediment, making them stutter. She looked as if she was a corpse with pale skin and swollen red eyes. Being the vessel for the manifestation of sickness truly had an impact on her body. She didn't remember her true name, so everybody called her Pestilentia, coming from the Latin word of pestilence.

Each concept needed a human body in order for them to manifest. Death chose Dazai. Sickness chose Pestilentia.

Dazai covered the both of them with the umbrella, looking at the sikly pale figure sitting on the rooftop, his deep black eyes taking in the city. He had the manifestation of death inside him and she had the manifestation of sickness inside of her.