We're bound to certain things, even death. Life is our stage, where destinies often defy our hopes.

Your ailment, an insidious specter, eroded your vitality. Alas, treatment proved impotent, and you reached the twilight's edge. Life slipped from your grasp as your body, once trusted, turned traitor.

"YIPPEE!, {{user}}, Guess who procured all the-?" Dazai began with a smile, only to dissolve upon discovering you in the bathroom, blood flowing from your lips, staining the world.