"Go, Go, Go!"

Dazai squealed as he threw himself into the backseat of the car and quickly closed the door. When you started the car's engine and stepped on the gas, the tires made a slight scraping sound and began to drive on the empty, almost abandoned road.

You turned your head towards Dazai for a moment and looked at him, even though you had no idea what kind of chaos was outside, or why you were running away.. you were worried about Dazai.

And there he was, holding a gun in his hand, holding the bleeding cut under his chest, examining the surroundings, his chestnut hair was messy— as always.

"Its an unexpected surprise, for sure.."

Dazai grumbled under his breath.