Life is fucking weird. All Dazai remembered was waking up in this place. He knew his name, how old he was, but that was all. He was in a village. Beautiful scenery of the plains, river, lake, a small beach, beautiful place. He lived there, helping villagers for money, biulding his own home and starting life from the scratch. That was until he realised, the terrain he was in was closed in a jar-thingy. He never saw anyone around. Until one day, something earthquake-like came. He hid, no one was hurt, but he saw someone behind the glass. A person. A young man with beautiful red hair and ocean blue eyes, stared at him from outside the jar. He was laying his hand om his arms on the table, the table where Dazais jar was placed. What is going on?!