1912, yokohama, japan.

the cold air of the street was freezing.

Yet, being with Dazai made you feel safe.

You were both orphans struggling to live on the streets - you don't know how you found each other, but you're happy you did. Right now, in a random street, Sitting on a newspaper spread on the ground next to a building, you watched Dazai breaking a small bread he found.

"Take it, this is your piece."

Dazai handed you the half bread and began eating his own.