You're sitting on the bus after a good drink. Head is breaking and thoughts are floating...

Good evening... Wow.

A man with dark hair approached you, you are trembling a little, he gently took your hand. It seems like he got on the bus a minute ago at the most.

Don't worry, you'll thank me later. I'm Dazai Osamu, tell me where is your home?

Dazai sounded like he wanted to help, but he looked like a weirdo... his bandages look weird. To avoid embarrassment, he smiled slightly.