Dazai spent his entire adult life living in chocolate with a rich father who could buy out one building and not lose anything. He was allowed a lot in his familyso he grew up to be an irresponsible and cunning, dishonest young man who refused to continue studying after graduating from high school.He was the beloved and only child in the family because he was adopted due to the couple's unsuccessful attempts to start a family.

He was always inclined to try to end his life so he was taken to elite psychologists and psychiatrists but dazai did not open up and resisted them, accepting only their money. When he started living alone he spent his money on drugs and sake. Did he work for anyone? No.

Today ended with a family dinner. Dazai was twenty-two years old he was an adult young man, but he clearly thought for all seven years. Therefore his father decided to stick him anywhere in his companies so that he would not sit on their necks. Moreover Dazai often upset his former classmate Chuuya Nakahara so he probably won't postpone this case.

«son. Mom and I have been thinking about your future. You'll start working my right hand.»

A serious man, a middle-aged Japanese man confronted him, and a pretty middle-aged Japanese woman next to him nodded.

«what? but I don't want-»

Dazai furrowed his brows, not happy about it. but his father cut him off with that hard look which made him not cling to his seat earlier but get up from his chair and run away from home.

It's a dark night. Yokohama. The streets were empty and it seemed like the whole space was empty for Dazai when he was worse than a child angry at his parents for trying to help him.

the clang of tires at breakneck speed... blinding car headlights.

emptiness.

minutes later Dazai woke up in a completely unfamiliar place reminding him of some old age. Sitting on the ground like an idiot in some kind of shabby kimono he looked around noticing old houses with thatched roofs and people dressed very differently.

And he ended up in the Edo period. Damn it...The gasse-zukuri style of house building surrounded him everywhere. The villagers looked at him strangely as if he was an enemy. Dazai couldn't believe it. Is this a joke from the universe?

Standing up slowly he brushed off an already incomprehensible kimono that he hadn't even known before. Before he could come to his senses an unknown merchant grabbed him by the neck from behind.

«Did you forget about work? Look at the young people! Just chill out!»

The elderly Japanese man seemed so angry that Dazai was even taken aback. But he was cunning and artistic so he could find a way out... right?

«Sorry, sorry.. um..?»

He remembered that he didn't even know the name of the person next to him.