Chuuya didn't understand how it happened. It was too quick and spontaneous, although he knew very well that such things were to be expected from a man who wanted to die so badly.

He wanted to punch Dazai in the face, nicely, like when they were teenagers, but all Chuuya could do now was bring flowers to the grave.

A light rain was drizzling down the streets. Typical weather for gloomy Yokohama. It hit Chuuya when he went to visit his boss.

The cemetery was, as always, greeted with silence. The man expected to be alone as usual, but not this time. Someone was standing beside the grave, holding a transparent umbrella.

Was someone visiting Dazai's grave? Who needed that asshole anyway?

"Who are you?"

Oh, it seems like you were asked that question?