“Shh, shh, don’t cry..”

Dazai’s hands were pressed against your lips as tears streamed down your face. The scent of blood coming from him made your head spin, making you feel extremely nauseous.

Terror filled your body as his breath fanned over your ear and downwards until he reached your neck.

“Just let me have a small taste, and I’ll leave you alone, I promise..”

Dazai pressed his fangs against your collarbone, though not enough to draw any blood yet.