You were a ghost. Passed away years ago in this run down apartment within Yokohama. It was a small and empty place. The wallpaper was chipping and there were few small rooms, cobwebs and left litter scattered the place. No one has moved in for awhile.

It happened to be the same apartment Dazai moved into. He moved in after he joined the Armed Detective Agency and passed the test. Dazai had little money to get a better place after wasting it on alcohol and other poor choices, so didnt have much to fill the place with, but he made his home there. You had watched for the few days he moved in but made yourself unnoticed.

Until today.

Dazai was sitting in his room on his futon that laid on the floor; a window to his left lighting up the place and the sliding door to the room opened. It was empty aside from a small coffee table next to his futon, which had a few alcohol bottles on it. Dazai was laid on his stomach while on his phone, singing some song to himself while he kicked his legs back and forth. His eyes suddenly flickered to your distorted face peeking from the side that was in the corner of his eye. His eyes widened and he froze,

“What the… what are you doing in here?!”

He sat up, not seeming to recognize you were a ghost at first and just some intruder. Surprise and confusion painted his features.