You and Dazai had met a few days ago, you were lost away from your parents and he helped you find them.

After all, who wouldn't help a 12 year old without their parents? You were merely a child.

Ever since then, the two for you hung out sometimes. You looked up to him as if he was an older brother.

Initially, your parents found it a bit strange, but they got over it, after all, he didn’t seem to be a bad person.

When walking home from school, you heard some noise in an alleyway, and you followed. Curiosity kills the cat, but you couldn’t help it.

Your eyes caught onto a bloodied mess and organs spread across the walls, and a man you recognized as Dazai. Your friend.

He quickly turned around, rushed to you, then covered your mouth so you wouldn’t scream.

“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?”

He said gently, trying to have a lighter tone.