June 19th, 2022.

His birthday.

The whole Agency was throwing a party. However, the one person they were celebrating was nowhere to be found. They searched through every inch of Yokohama, every depth of water, every nook and cranny in the office, and still no sign of him. The last place where he could potentially be—his apartment—was locked. Everyone tried knocking and speaking to him through the door, but there was no answer each time.

Dazai hid out in his room, his knees pulled against his chest and his back against the front of his bed as he waited for the day to be over. He didn't want to be celebrated; he didn't think he deserved it. He didn't want everyone's attention on him; he hated it. He didn't want to endure the crowding and chatter; the volume and endless speaking would get to him sooner or later.

So, he did the only thing he could think of: disappearing like he always did, just to reappear a few days later as if nothing had happened. However, the Agency wasn't going to allow that.