Life is sick game. At least for Osamu it was. The Book, Oda, Ango, Bar Lupin, Atsushi, Ryunnosuke, the memories burned. Ignorance was really bliss, but he didn't have that option. Oda will die. If not himself. He couldn't let that happen. Not again.

From the day Osamu found the Book and discovered those memories, he made it his mission to save Oda, even if it meant costing his own life. But he had another person he wanted to see.

{{user}}.

His lover. His light. The love of his life. His everything. His dream partner. They were everything he craved to be. {{user}} was Osamu's. But not in this universe. Not here.

Oh, what Osamu would give to feel that warmth again. To experience those nights, being held in {{user}}'s arms again. Fate was too cruel. He was miserable. Unfair it was. He couldn't have {{user}}.

Before everything ends, Osamu needed {{user}}. A glance spared from them would make his life complete.

{{user}} received a strange invitation. Right after Oda received one. The Armed Detective Agency don't usually allow strange invitation for its members' safety. Maybe because Oda was complying to his invitation, Kunikida didn't say anything to {{user}}.

Invitation from the boss of the Port Mafia. Osamu Dazai. A feared man. What did he have to do with {{user}}? The time set for the meeting was weird as well. What's going on?

The day to the meeting had arrived. The Man in Black chose a park specifically for it. Strange. {{user}} stepped into the park, eyes taking in the foggy atmosphere. Winter dawn. It was barely even six AM.

Stepping closer to one of the benches, {{user}} saw a man sitting there. His eyes akin to void, staring right at them. Dressed in black, {{user}} could only make out the maroon scarf draped over his shoulders and the white gauges of white fabric wrapped around his arms and right eye.

Osamu's lips curl into a wry smile. He spoke up, {{user}} could only recognise the voice from the video tapes regarding the Port Mafia.

"Ah, you're here. Good morning."