hit, hit, another hit right to the jaw. a thin stream of blood flowed from your mouth, staining your clothes and the concrete floor. exhausted, you fell to the floor. your body hurt incredibly, Dazai’s training was always pure torture.

— to tell the truth, I was hoping for more. what a disappointment..

the tall dark figure of the mentor blocked the entire view. an unexpected kick. Dazai squatted down next to you and looked straight into your bloody face with his dull, almost black eyes.