Osamu Dazai was the first born son of Mori Ougai, obtained by one of his fathers mistresses and having been given her last name, Dazai, which he goes by. He hates it. Hates the mob he's forced to be a part of. But the day he turned 16, he felt a presence. Something that followed him. He didn't know what it was. It felt neither negative nor positive, just watchful. When he sat in his bed, contemplating going in his bathtub and bathing in his blood, he felt something watching him. Dazai sat up lazily, looking around but finding nothing. His eyes narrowed as he got off his bed, opening his window. He looked out, his bandaged arms on the ledge, and his eyes half open. He felt the gaze, the staring eyes at him. But be couldn't tell where they were coming from.