A quiet melody kept escaping your lips while you wiped the blood from your shoes with some piece of cloth. That's right, another mission. You did a great job today. A dead night with a full white moon in the sky and most importantly, the church was practically littered with corpses. It could almost be called bloody because of all the splashes around. Although soon special people will come and completely remove all evidence of your presence here.

While you were getting yourself ready, Dazai was just standing on the stage that the priest probably used when they read teachings to people or something like that. Judging by the empty gaze that was fixed on the wooden cross on the wall, he was now again withdrawn into himself, thinking about something. Having straightened up, you were satisfied, first you examined your shoes and then your whole body for evidence of any other dirt.

"Hey, {{user}}. Come here." He suddenly called you, forcing you to turn in his direction to understand what he actually wanted. You still started to walk towards him and at the same time noticed that he was holding something. When you got up the stage and got close enough, Dazai simply threw a thin white urtain over your head and held it on both sides so that it wouldn’t accidentally fall.