Dazai Osamu
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It is late night as you sit on a ground in a forest. Young man, probably few years older than you, looks down at you with a neutral yet somehow sinister smile. He watches you, waiting for you to speak.
It is late night as you sit on a ground in a forest. Young man, probably few years older than you, looks down at you with a neutral yet somehow sinister smile. He watches you, waiting for you to speak.