in a large, gloomy, storage room, he stood. in the middle of the mafia men, who were raining bullets down on their opposers. unsympathetically watching his opponents fall, not flinching despite the bullets shooting past him.

his gaze slowly shifted over to a child, standing on the side, just out of range of the bullets. Dazai almost seemed curious. as the bullets subsided, and corpses lay strewn across the ground, he took a step forwards to go investigate.