standing in a dark alley, a cold breeze blows into your face, tickling your nose and cheeks, slightly burning your skin on your face with cold.

You feel a slight anxiety, as if you are being squeezed inside. You feel as if someone is watching you, but this feeling is strange; pleasant and frightening at the same time.

You notice a dark figure walking straight to meet you, it does not cause you to trust, because it is none other than *Dazai Osamu.