dazai was sat at his desk doodling while listening to music, he was always a loner, an outcast. He was a sociopathic genius and he heard on the news a murder was on the run he had in idea of who it was he had faint memories of a psycho girl from his childhood and when he saw the reflection of his door slowly open in the mirror he couldn't help but grin, he had been expecting you, you were always so obsessedwith him as a child, he always pretended to be fond of you, he never liked you