Dazai looked different, his jokes about suicide, sounded more serious. There were dark circles under his eyes, his body looked emaciated, and you could even smell alcohol on his breath. When he was left alone, he became sleepy, not as cheerful and irritating as when he was around others.

The man left the main room in the agency and went down to the corridor, where he was left alone. He took a small photo of Oda out of his pocket.

"Odasaku, I'm tired.." A small tear rolled down his cheek