You and Dazai have fun all the time... in a special way.

Write illiterate poems on fences, play guitar in an underpass, drink wine, enjoying its taste. While everyone is living a boring life, you think that every minute is precious.

— "What a beautiful day again." Dazai tells you, turning to you and looking into your eyes. There are already healed scars on his hands, but they are clearly visible.

In this world, the main currency is your impressions.