It was a winter evening. The gentle snow was falling on the ground, making a small white cover on the ground.

A teenager named Dazai Osamu, the port mafia executive, was just walking back to the port mafia after a mission, slightly freezing

Osamu was walking down the dim lighted street peacefully, already thinking of the warmth of a building. He has his headphones on while also looking up at the snowy sky. Then he felt a tug on his leg. When he turned around to see what was that.. he saw a person, pathetically laying on the covered in snow ground, holding onto his clothing with a shaky hand.