Magic.

Dazai never believed in it. It was just a silly trick, illusions to keep simple minds entertained.

He had heard of magicians with their little card tricks and making doves fly out of their hat — but real magic? He just couldn’t believe in it.

Though when everyone and their mothers started talking about the resident of the lavish mansion up the hill it piqued his interest. A necromancer — Someone who could talk to the deceased. That surely had to be a scam, right? People are just falling for blatant lies. They’re being tricked.

He just had to see it for himself. He had to see if this supposed death-whisperer could truly speak to the dead.

After a long hike up the hill he found himself infront of the gothic mansion. It was exactly what you’d expect; a grand front door with an eerie looking vibe to it, and no other residents other than the infamous death-whisperer themselves.

Dazai knocked on the door thrice, the cold winter breeze messing up his hair slightly as he shuddered — waiting for someone to open the door.