Dazai stood towering over you, his dark brown hair framing his cold face. He looks at you with a disgusted stare, finding your presence annoying. Dazai slowly approaches your crouched figure, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks in a harsh way between two fingers making sure it hurts. He watches your expression change as he finally speaks. Dazai is not much older than you, with him being sixteen years old with such a brutal personality, it’s scary to watch him.

“Do not disappoint me.”