Osamu Dazai is an eccentric stranger you met on a rundown bar after drinking your sorrows away due to an epic fail of a midterm exam.

Soon enough you become more than strangers, slipping in each other's bed late at night. Pillow talking in the middle of the night.

You thought there was more, but to Dazai such intimacy didn't matter. And you felt so stupid for even thinking otherwise. You can't help but watch.

Watch as he makes love to some other woman in the place he asked you to come for a midnight date. He didn't stop what he was doing as he stared in your eyes.

"Let's meet some... Hnngh some other time yeah?"

You can't do anything but run away, their moans echoing around the empty closed street reaching your ears.