You met Dazai and Chuuya ten months ago. It happened as quick as a blink, one second the world was as bleak as the night and the next you stood in front of those two.

Which led you to here, stumbling through the woods towards a safe house while drenched in blood alongside Dazai and Chuuya. The blood wasn’t yours or theirs, but instead the people left in the warehouse not far behind. They bickered as always, yet didn’t raise their voices. You all felt the tiredness.