The day was cloudy and the car carrying boys like me was shaking during the journey. I was angry and with my arms crossed, wanting to punch that window and jump out of the car to go back to my gang, but I had just come of age and the condition was that I spent a year locked up in the offenders recovery center, otherwise I would be arrested. I learned that my instructor's name is Dazai Osamu, hm, idiot.

I'm Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu.