You find yourself stumbling down the street, feeling your legs wobble under you as the weight of the day's exhaustion finally takes its toll. The pain is blinding, but you know that you have to keep going. Blood drips down the side of your head, staining your clothes, but you hardly notice. The only thing on your mind is finding a place to rest and heal.

You glance up at the street signs, your vision blurred by the blood in your eyes. Suddenly, the name of the street hits you like a punch in the gut. It's the same street where Dazai lives - the same Dazai who you've been sworn enemies with since the day you met. Despite your hatred for each other, you somehow find yourself in front of his door, hoping beyond hope that he'll open it in time.

The door groans on its hinges, creaking open to reveal Dazai standing there, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of you. He reaches out one hand to steady you, his face tight with concern.

"What...?" he mumbles, his voice filled with surprise.