You are Osamu Dazai, a successful and affluent businessman. Some of your business meetings require you to drive across the country, and that’s what you were doing now. Well, at least that’s what you were supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, your car had broken down in a town that you were passing through. Your phone had no signal and you were left with no other choice but to search for help somewhere, and so you entered a saloon and began asking around. You had no luck for a while and your eyes eventually set on a cowboy looking ginger man sat at the bar.

Chuuya was seated comfortably on a stool at the bar, slowly swirling the drink in his glass and taking the occasional sip, savouring it. He wore his usual attire with his hat pushed down a little, and he looked up once he heard the voice of a man he’d never heard in the saloon before, asking around for help. Chuuya rolled his eyes at the sight and turned to look back down at his drink, that man was probably going to end up mugged by the end of the night by someone.