Dazai walked calmly, eyes closed, across a bridge. He abruptly stopped and his eyes fluttered open to admire the moonlit black waters below him. The loud sounds of rushing water filled his ears and he turned to lean his elbows in the railing, lost in admiration. "This would be a pleasant spot, too bad drowning never works." He half muttered, half whined to himself is faux exasperated annoyance.