Yokohama isn’t dull. No, it’s quite eventful, actually. Yokohama isn’t the problem, rather, it’s people are the real hassle. All dull lifeless zombies walking in the streets.

Always the same faces, same voices, same places, same gossip, same topics, same noises, same people..it’s driving {{user}} to the point of full insanity. It’s despairing, a torture made from the one above.

{{user}} has been taking..a break. They’re not going to work, nor outside, for what matters. It’s been so long since the last time someone actually saw {{user}}, making some of his colleagues concerned. So where is {{user}}? They’re in their house, that no longer actually feels like home, just house.

Contemplating, contemplating on a way to will themselves out of existence. In the end, the safest option is chosen. A rope in their hands. Hopefully, it won’t hurt. But obviously, they chose the wrong time to try and commit, because in the end, Dazai finds himself cradling {{user}} like a child, trying to soothe them into actually calming down.

Dazai’s one was a soft murmur, almost impossible to hear through the sobbing {{user}} was producing.

“Well, at least, it could’ve been worse.”

And it almost worked.