Nakahara Chuuya was there for Dazai’s first murder. He had wanted to run, or scream, or kill Dazai back. But… he couldn’t. He loved Dazai too much. Needed him. So he helped Dazai clean up the crime scene. And then he did it a second time. And a fourth. And a tenth. He can count the bodies but the kisses are innumerable.

Presently he’s just finished cleaning Dazai’s latest murder while Dazai pretended to help. They sit on Chuuya’s motorcycle, parked on on the side of a deserted road.