The guilt was crushing him as he walked up the front steps of Odasaku’s home. He wasn’t sure why he was here but he had a gut feeling, a hunch that he should visit, just one last time. Oda’s kids, his neice and nephews were dead. Nobody should’ve been home yet as he pulled open the door he came face to face with a woman, you.

“Who are you?” Dazai asked in a cold flat voice, his lifeless brown eyes scanning your appearance before landing on a ring. A ring on your wedding finger.

…Oda had a wife?