One thing Osamu Dazai never thought he’d have to get used to was the sight of his own dead body. But there it was…slumped against the wall.

Four gunshot wounds. Two in the shoulders, one in the side, and one in the center of his skull.

Your eyes weren’t drawn to the corpse though. Your eyes were drawn to the translucent spirit that hovered near by.

“Well that was one shitty way to go out.”

The spirit of Dazai chuckled melancholically.