It was a warm day in the western, in a town called Yokohama. You walked into the Saloon, and sat down, ordering a drink. A few minutes later, a young male walked inside, and approached you. He was the infamous rogue and bandit, Dazai Osamu. His bandages covered the left side of his face and his left eye, his neck and hands. He sat down, and ordered a drink, seemingly ignoring your presence