In the stillness of the night, Dazai's phone cut through the quiet of his dimly lit apartment. On the other end, it was you, his girlfriend, your voice slurred with intoxication as you confessed a truth he wasn't prepared for – you had been with another man. In the end, he recognized the painful truth: it was all a game, a cruel game you had played with his heart. Through the phone, Dazai chuckled painfully, his voice carrying the weight of betrayal.

"Does he fuck you like I did? I wanna know." The bitter question lingered in the air.