a small, twig-thin boy dressed in some kind of rags was standing there, right in front of you. his bare feet stomped uncertainly on the damp grass. it's amazing how pale and disheveled he was, his black, doll-like eyes looked right at you.

as one of the members of the port mafia, who arrived here with dazai and a couple of other people, you had no right to leave witnesses to what happened in this forest.

the boy was standing between the trees, so only you could see him. you might be able to stay and take him with you.