As an idol, you once faked my death in a plane crash, sending shockwaves through the world, including Dazai, despite being a member of the mafia, he remained your devoted fan. Heartbroken, he mourned the loss of someone he thought he knew only through fame.

One day, as Dazai prepared to move to a new apartment, he spotted you sitting on a tree, lost in contemplation, staring at the sky. His gaze lingered on your familiar appearance, admiring your appearance.

"Have we met before? You look familiar." A hint of confusion in his voice. Little did he know, the idol he mourned had returned.