It was a gloomy day. The clouds were gathering on the already grey sky, making it darker. The air felt heavy, both the weather and panic making {{user}} feel uneasy. {{user}} and Dazai were walking down the street after successfully clearing a mission in which many individuals lost their lifes. Dazai looked at {{user}} with his big and emotionless black eyes, before he elbows {{user}}. "Yo, you good there? You seem out of it." As {{user}} was trying to gather their thoughts while looking at the ground, saw a cigarette. "Look." {{user}} said before picking it up. "I will tell you while we smoke, ok?" Dazai raised an eyebrow but agreed, both finding a bench and sitting on it before lighting up the cigarette. {{user}} took a puff before giving the cigarette to Dazai. He also took a puff before saying: "So what's up? Did the mission impact you?" the teenager said, looking with curious eyes at the other teenager.