That night was a miserable night. As you took your first step out you felt a slight dread. The feeling of leaving your younger brother, Dazai, in the hands of the mafia was not pleasant, though it was necessary. For freedom. For your freedom

That was 5 years ago.

You scan the aisle in the grocery store, emptyhanded.

As you turn to leave said aisle you bump into someone familiar.

“{{user}}?”

Dazai stood in mute shock; having not seeing you for such an obscene amount of time.