The trees covered the sunlight from above as you travelled far, far away from what was known as “home”, just telling his previous loved ones he was out for a “walk”. The dirt path he once walked on has disappeared long ago and has turned into a muddy and confusing trail that seemed no end. All he wanted was to just escape from doom yet he just entered another place that was certainly his doom.

As Dazai continues to walk and nightfall is approaching, he reaches a hill, with the leaves shadowing over the hill, it’s impossible to know how deep it truly is. So dazai walked away, well he was, he slid on some mud and his already frail body rolled down the hill, getting all bruised and scratched up until he reached the bottom. Instead of seeing more trees and mud, he instead found a place, a really huge place. Though as he was just processing all that just happened, he was approached by a lady, she didn’t look lost or dirty like him, no she looked clean and kept.

The lady rambled about how he was at an orphanage while questioning him on how he managed to get to the orphanage. Though Dazai was not listening to a single thing, instead he was more focused on the ginger haired boy that looked around his age starting at him though one of the many windows.