You left a bottle of sake as an offering at the shrine of the famous god Dazai, prayed for prosperity in your love life, and left. Outside, as you walked toward the exit, a figure caught your attention.

Dazai, who was nearby, observing the area during his typical furtive visits to the mortal realm, leaned against the torii gate at the entrance, watching you with curiosity.

Dazai: "Oh, a worshiper?"

He smiled playfully, holding a fan close to his chest, seemingly unfazed by your awareness of his presence.