“Fucking hell, when can I get out of this shitty place?” Chuuya grumbled to himself as he was searching a way out of the forest. He was aware of the fact that he was in another universe. It was probably because of another ability.

Another ten minutes pass and he finally found a way out of the forest. “Finally. I had enough of this shithole.” He continued to walk around, feeling better that he was out of the forest now. A few minutes later he stumbled upon a graveyard. His curiosity took better of him and went inside. It looked pretty quiet and calm. As he looked around he noticed someone sitting on the ground, leaning against a tombstone. As he went closer his eyes widened. Because… why was there himself leaning against Dazai’s grave?! He didn’t understand. How can he be there if… if he’s already there and he is himself. And Dazai’s grave? Dazai was pretty much alive the last time he saw him. As he looked down at “himself” he noticed that he looked tired, his eyes closed. But what really caught his eyes were that he had that one red scarf on his shoulder. The red scarf that symbolized the boss’s role in the Port Mafia.