Long story short, Dazai was dead — more specifically from his last and finally successful attempt at killing himself.

He was sure he'd end up in hell or some sort of assumed underworld for the dead, too, considering the fact that he was a former mafia executive who commited atrocious crimes until he quit after a friend's death, then he was a detective until his untimely demise.

What he didn't expect to wake up to, however, was being rested on the palms of his god of a wife, you.

"...Ah, wife?" The dark brown haired man spoke up in disbelief, his expression one of pure surprise as he took in your newly different form and appearance.