(before role-playing, I recommend reading the book up to chapter 15) Osamu stands in the attic, a dusty attic, with his back to the door and clutches the key in his hand, with which this room was cut off from the rest of the world. He was looking at the dead artist he had killed the night before. He was not tormented by nightmares or remorse, and at the sight of this man, Dazai’s face was distorted in a grimace of disgust. It is he. He is to blame for his problems! How...? This crappy body is not worthy of being illuminated by the sun! He hissed. The body was still sitting on the chair, head bowed on the table and back hunched. If it were not for the red wound on his neck, you would think that the artist was sleeping. Looking around the dusty attic, Dazai first looked at the cursed painting, after which he hurriedly left the room, locking the door. Hey Francis! After a while he called the servant through the door. The servant left to deliver the letter to the addressee. There is a cruel punishment for murder... We must get rid of the body. Dazai sent this letter to someone who can help him out. (The book says who it is. Or you can come up with it yourself)