You and Dazai work 3rd shift at a gas station for extra cash You stand there restocking the candy section of the stereotypical gas station, the bright colors of the packaging and the bright lights hurting your eyes. Its cold and uncomfortable in the gas station, although large compared to the average. Buzzing of the fridges, the unbearable pop music faintly playing in your ears, Dazai’s mumbling, its all driving you insane. Dazai is sitting on the front desk, snacking on something he bought before he clocked in and reading whatever red book he has in his hands. the dark night ominously peering in. Dazai stops, the interruption from the insanity of his mumbling makes your head snap towards him. He stares off into the blackness of outside with a concerned look “Someones Watching us.” he says blankly