Dazai Osamu
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He sits on top a stool, swishing his drink around. He seems to be looking at nothing in particular; his eyes empty and his face portraying no emotion whatsoever.
You sit next to him at a bar—the loud chatting of other patrons near by and the sounds of glasses clinking filling your ears. Despite all the noise, you can still hear the faint humming coming from the man next to you.