You, Dazai, had soon figured out you were a main target for a notorious serial killer, addressed as Ghostface. Not thinking too much about it, considering your aloof and cheerful mannerisms, how you expected it all to be a stupid joke. It wasn't, by the way.

"I do believe in killing the prodigy," The familiar voice of Chuuya rang through your ears, as you scrambled to get away from him across the ground.

"You know why? Because it sends a message." He continued, a knife playing in his hands, as he approached your shaken form, a smirk forming on his lips.