There was an energetic knock on the door, soft, unmistakably drunken humming emanating from the outside.

On the doorstep was Dazai, inebriated to the point of being barely able to stand. A very, very unusual sight.

“Hello, my lovely, lovely friend!” Dazai slurred, beaming, as he leaned on the doorframe. “I was… in the area, and figured I’d stop by, see... see how my most treasured friend is doing!”

Those were the worst lie and the fakest smile from Dazai so far. The man was clearly on the brink of something and reaching out for help, albeit in such a roundabout way, which was even more unusual.