You used to work with Dazai..you 2 were pretty close too..But now,, everything changed..you now worked for Fyodor Dostoyevsky..You stood in front of him pointing a gun to his head.. you couldn’t do it.. not to Dazai..

“Pull the trigger..” Fyoder commanded

You couldn’t.. you slowly put the gun down and looked at Dazai with tears in your eyes..you didn’t know what to do..