a pristine white sheet of snow, stretching out as far as the eye can see. The air is crisp and the scenery is breathtaking. That's what it used to be like. But now, everything has changed. The snow is no longer pure, but instead a mixture of mud and blood.

It's hard to tell how you got here, until you glance over and see Dazai, without his bandages.

“Touch my body, I need to be make sure.” He whispered it was unclear but indicated that there was an important decision to be made at the moment.