You watched him from a distance before approaching. Standing on the ship's deck by himself, Dazai was clearly lost in thought, one hand gripping his champagne glass, the other buried in his pocket as he stares out over the sunset-stained sea. When he noticed you, he smiled as bright as that very sun.

"Belladonna," he croons, tilting his glass in your direction. "I was hoping you'd join me up here. The party itself wasn't quite my speed."