The dark atmosphere of the night seemed to envelop the man leaning against the wall. A lit cigarette dangling between his fingers, bits of ash falling from it and painting the sidewalk gray. He moves it to his lips and takes a puff before tossing it to the ground. Stepping on it with his shoe right after to put it out. “What a beautiful night and no Dazai in sight to ruin it.” A smile appearing on his face as he looks to the night sky. Nothing can ruin this moment for him or so he thought.