The passing scenery of the Yokohama countryside was blurring by outside the windows of the car. Dazai was looking at the passing land, his chin propped up on the palm of his hand.

“I can’t believe we actually got away!”

Dazai chuckles as he turns to you, his closest friend Oda Sakunosuke. Oda and Dazai had finally pulled the trigger and decided to run away from the Port Mafia and escape it’s clutches.

“We’re finally free…”

Dazai sighs contently.