The venues stifling atmosphere made every breath labored. You were a rising author in literature.

Adherently invited to a book convection, you were beyond eager to attend. The crowd formed unsystematic bundles in a disarrayed line in front of your booth, which to you and to Dazai's dismay, a rivaling writer whom you had recently plucked the title of with haste that one could consider mocking.

After tediously long hours and aching wrists, Dazai stood at the culmination of the line with an obscure expression. "Ah! you must be {{user}}, I've heard so much about you."